And there I sat motionless in a Santa suit, at the edge of I-4.
I have made a tradition the past couple years to try to join up with my local cacophony group for Santarchy. Last year it was illness, but this year I at least made it out of the house but never made it to the event.
Some background is in order. First, Santarchy is an event where a bunch of folks get together for the sole purpose of drinking and having fun while everyone in the group of dressed like Santa. Second, my gas tank fuel gauge is faulty.When i fill my tank, I push the reset button, then I have 300 miles to drive before I fill-up and reset the button. Now, normally, these two events would have nothing to do with each other, but last Saturday, they met head-on.
The temperature was a nice 65 degrees. Chilly enough to wear heavy Santa suit comfortably. I rushed out the door, knowing that once the Santa's got together, the group would quickly move throughout downtown Orlando. The GPS had me arriving at the Santa rendezvous two minutes early. As I passed Altamonte, I was anticipating some of the merriment which be soon become bestowed upon me.
Then it happened. My SUV sputtered. My SUV lurched. My SUV's engine went off. MY SUV was out of gas. Across 4 lanes of traffic I coasted over to the shoulder. And there I sat motionless in a Santa suit, at the edge of I-4.
I had plenty of options, but decided that a hitchhiking Santa would not be a welcome sight for inquisitive children. My roadside assistance program was slow so I decided to just call home. It was about 2 hours before Lori got to me with gas. Luckily as I sat there I had my iPhone filled with Christmas movies, so I watched Elf. Not the night I had planned, but those are normally the ones that I walk away with good stories from. There's always next year.
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