Among happily married woman, sometimes we shared and laughed about our husbands' idiosyncrasies.
Vera is married to a highly creative man. Among his many job experiences, we count church full time worker, economist, a job in some financial institution, school founder and he happened to be a professional clown too. There is one thing that he absolutely hated, that is to top up petrol when there is still some in the tank. Most of the time, he waited until there is almost no petrol left before he finally topped up. It is almost a matter of honor for him to each time put in an increasing amount of petrol.
One day the vehicle they were travelling in was going on a rural road with few petrol stations. As soon as the petrol gauge showed empty, Vera prayed urgently continually until the car glided into a tiny two pump petrol station with the tank almost bone dry. It is indeed God's mercy that the carload of six children between the ages of one month to eight years old were not stranded on the hot and dry road side in 40 degrees Centigrade while their heroic father walked to the nearest petrol station with a mineral water bottle.
My husband, on the other hand, hates to ask for help. He just drove our almost over heated car out to a super market to buy black oil. Personally, I would call a friend to ask if she has spare black oil from the last service or for a ride in her car. I suppose guys have their egos to consider. If there is no police road block and check point, he might just get away with it too. But, supposing if for whatever reason the road was jammed, he would have to cool his heels, walk home or sit by the road side for a few hours waiting for the engine to cool.
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