Thank god I was close to a gas station because I proceeded to get out and ask the sweet man behind me if he could "bump" my car to the gas pump. "Bump" as in he just hit my car with his car and I steered until we got close to the pump then we pushed it. The whole time I was dying laughing. I'm sure everyone thougt I was nuts but when something bad happens, I laugh.
My family and friends were really questioning how I proceeded to run out of gas?! "Who does that??"
I feel like I have a valid argument because this car doesn't alert, chime, blink when the gas is low. Now it does have a small gauge that I obviously didn't pay attention to.
I really hate stopping for gas. The day before this incident I noticed I had 1/4 of a tank and thought- eh I'll stop tomorrow. But now if I get down to 1/4, I stop immediately. Lesson learned.
People at work did find out because my bumper isn't in the best shape after being "bumped". I didn't get in trouble.. I think they felt bad for me.