My first car was a 1987 Honda Accord. It had approximately 187,000 miles on it when we, well John, paid $1,500 for it. It ran good and I even took it to Montana when I first got it! It was a 4 door which was a must because I had started taking care of my niece, Kaya who was one year old while her parents worked.
I don't recall if it was Spring or Fall but I know I had a kidney transplant that was working. And I know it was pouring rain all weekend. Anyway, John knew he was working all weekend so he had taken my car and filled the gas tank up Friday night. Saturday I had gone and done errands all day. Later in the afternoon I decided to go to Kent to visit my dad. I turned off James hill onto 94th Ave S. but before turning into the apartments I decided to go up the street and get something to drink. So, I took a left onto S. 248th St. to head to 104th Ave SE. But just as I turned onto 248th my car dies! I immediately hit my 4-way flashers and put it in park. I try to start it again but it just keeps turning over. I immediately know it's the fuel pump. I have a full tank of gas and no matter how much I push the gas pedal down it's not starting. So, I grab my cell phone and page John then call my dad to come help me. S. 248th it a 2 lane road with a huge drainage ditch on either side. And there was no way I was gonna put my car in that ditch. My dad said he'd be right there.
Then John calls me and I tell him, "My fuel pump just went out!" And he says, "Well are you sure you have gas?" And without missing a beat I reply sarcastically, "No, I went to Canada and back while you were at work!" And he says, "Huh?" I yelled, "You filled it up for me last night, where the hell do you think I went today?" I repeated, "My fuel pump went out!" Then my dad pulled up behind me so I got off the phone after telling him he needed to come get me after work.
So, my dad comes up to my window and I roll it down and say, "My fuel pump went out." And he says, "Well, are you sure you have gas?" I point to the gauge and say, "John filled it up for me last night!" My dad says, "Well, try and start it." So, I try again to start it and it just turns over and over. My dad says, "Hey, I think your fuel pump went out!" I rolled my eyes and said, "Duh!"
So, he then got in his car and I turned my key on and put it in neutral and he pushed me into the church parking lot next to where I was.
My dad went to the church the next day and let them know what happened and that we would have it towed in the next day or two. My dad called me the next day and said my car had been egged but he had cleaned it off. I laughed because my friends and I had done the same thing as kids.
This wouldn't be the first time John would doubt me when I told him what was wrong with that car! But that was definitely the funniest because he had just filled my tank up. And my going to Canada and back in that amount of time was actually plausible because it only takes about 3 hours to drive to Vancouver, BC from Seattle not counting the wait at the border crossing. However, I would have told him prior to that if I were going all that way. Back then you only needed State ID to cross the border. Now you need a passport or here in Washington we can get an enhanced driver's license which I plan on getting soon.