A broken fuel guage or something.
There’s a petrol station at the end of my road that I sometimes frequent for late night snacks and booze or even petrol. Regardless of the hour, day or season I’m always bumping into the same man; a straggly Carribean chap with a big welcoming smile. Whenever we meet he politely tells me that his car has run out of petrol and could I possibly spare a couple of quid for enough petrol to get him home. He must be the unluckiest driver in the world. What a nice chap.
( blindmelon, Tue 7 Jul 2009, 13:00, Reply)