.....and not the Bill Maher kind either.
Actually, this is a First Rule. Which says a lot. In 15 months, Sir has never given me a rule. He tells me things he wants me to do. Those things aren't rules. They are rituals. Sir loves rituals. He doesn't like rules. Which says a lot that I now have a rule.
It was all innocent really.
No, seriously. Innocent.
Well...innocent, but maybe a bit of flawed logic!
I left for work on Friday and realized my fuel was 67 miles to empty. My round trip to work is 54. Exactly. 54. I thought, "No problem. I can make it no problem. 13 miles to spare." That seemed logical to me. I mean surely my car's computer can be trusted to do simple math, right?
Well....I was telling Sir the story because I had to stop at the first gas station I came across. That was the story to me because the gas station was overrun by racoons. There were at least 50 of them. Freaked me out. No way I wanted to get out and get gas with all those racoons roaming around. But, I had no choice. I was passed empty.
Sir wasn't that amused. His first response was. "New Rule."
My first thought was. Rule? I don't have rules. I think I kept trying to explain how logical it was that I trusted the reading on my car. 13 extra miles. I mean that was enough to get halfway back to work again! It seemed so logical to me. Still does, actually. Have I ever mentioned that I have an advanced degree? Kinda feel the need to mention that when I feel so silly about something!
Nope. New Rule. I am not allowed to let my gas tank get below 100 miles to empty.
Yes, Sir. New Rule.