This could have been an episode of criminal minds

       So Monday was my first day temping for my boss' fiance! I got up all early, my hair was cute and I was in boulder 15 minutes early! ( even though it took me almost 2 hours to get there) I was definitely feeling like this was going to be an excellent day! It really was, I had some fun patients got to hang out with a few of my favorite people and ended by following my office manager to the highway so that my gps wouldnt take me all around town before it finally landed me on the highway.
    As I started my car I looked at the gas gage and it was empty and the light was on..but I thought " i can go at least 50 miles before I need gas and I REALLY want to just get to the highway and put gas in once i know where I'm at" So instead of listening to the nagging feeling in my stomach or the voice of reason in the back of my mind, I decided to just drive.
     About a mile or so after my office manager and I split I exited the highway to find a gas station. I got as far as the light and my car sputtered and died. Oh good, excellent timing right? I mean less than a mile from someone that could help you is usually the best place to break down, yes? So I call stalk Greta but I think she has run inside for a second at this point and is not near her phone...suck!
     So I look up the nearest gas station on my half dead phone and see that according to my gps it will take me an hour and a half round trip to go get a gas can...So I'm trying to decide if I should call someone else or just walk..in below freezing temperatures. I look around to see how I would describe where I am in case I do call someone..to my right there is..a mountain and off in the distance a creepy dilapidated building with a lamp post casting an eerie light on it, to my left is a small brick building of some sort- looks like an outhouse but I doubt that's what it was, and straight ahead was pitch black nothingness. Everything but the road was still covered in about two foot of snow and looking mighty desolate if I do say so myself.
     Just as I was feeling a little discouraged I look over and a tall scruffy looking guy hops out of a white VW bus ( serial killer car??) and starts walking over to me. If he is a killer I'm basically screwed because lets face it, my car is not going anywhere- its freezing outside, and no one is around...awesome
    So he comes over to my window which I have now cracked just a smidge and asks if I need help. I tell him that I've run out of gas and ask if there is a gas station near by? He says yes and then asks if I'd like him to give me a ride... I thought about it for a second, and after thinking about what my mother would say if I jumped in the car with this kid I said " well...I just dont know if you're a murderer or not" ..he looks at me, probably wondering if I'm serious or not, and says "well I'm not....but I guess you have a good point ok well want me to go get some gas and bring it back?" and he did just that.
    Meanwhile Greta comes to my rescue same time my serial killer comes back with gas and we put it in and they tell me to start it! I happily run over to my car and grab the door handle only to realize that I've locked my keys in the car...oh and by the way it just started snowing. Dont worry friends I have a spare key always for situations like this, so I hop in and start her up! Well..I try to start her up....thing is my car is still pretty upset about the whole it not having gas thing and it is not about to start with just one gallon.
    So long story short Greta takes me to the gas station I fill up, and an hour after this whole shenanigan started I am finally on my way home...

Moral of the story: keep your tank above the E, and if you are being a good Samaritan maybe dont ask the girl where she lives bc it will just make her think you really are a serial killer