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Warning lights mean nothing

They blink, they shine and some of them even make annoying little sounds. For all their pestering one should really pay attention to these warning lights, but we do not — at least I do not and it nearly cost me the doghouse.

They blink, they shine and some of them even make annoying little sounds.

For all their pestering one should really pay attention to these warning lights, but we do not — at least I do not and it nearly cost me the doghouse.

On Sunday my wife and I had scheduled a date night and we had been looking forward to it for some time.

It was an evening in Calgary at the Flames game, just the two of us.

However, en route to the Saddledome we had to make several stops: drop off children, look at furniture and then pick up some of her fancy soaps. (She even asked my which fragrance I prefered. Do they have Eau d’I don’t care?)

While we were completing our errands there was this light blinking and frustrating dinging sound annoying me as we cruised around Okotoks and Calgary like a mosquito in our tent.

Finally, I looked down to see it was the low fuel light blinking at me madly trying to catch my attention.

When I looked it said I still had 45km to go before I needed gas.

Bah, I have lots of time.

It dinged again this time letting me know I had 20km to go before I was on empty.

Okay, I better fill up before we get to the Saddledome.

Not surprisingly, after smelling 400 different foaming hand soaps gas slipped my mind.

Until I pulled into Stampede Park and the gas light flashed again — 5km until empty.

Ahh, not really a big deal, a gas station is certainly within 5 km, we will grab gas after the Flames game.

However, after the game we sat in traffic and watched as the fuel warning gauge ticked painfully down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Doh! Here we were on what was supposed to be a nice date night and like a typical man I was too stubborn (lazy) to just stop for gas.

Panicked, I parked on a sidewalk, turned the truck off and waited for the traffic to subside.

The end of our romantic date was spent at the side of the road shivering like two teenagers.

Finally, I raced over the boulevard, cut across traffic and made it to a gas station with the gauge at zero.

Besides, I knew there was plenty of gas all along. Those stupid warning lights are just for show anyway, right honey?

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