I'm Calling Your Brother!

Everyone knows I have done some crazy shit in my life. People know I have done some pretty stupid shit in my life. And today was no exception. I left the house this afternoon knowing I needed to get gas. As I was headed toward my destination I got a phone call from a caseworker that I work with and we began discussing a client. The long and the short of it is, I got distracted and forgot to get gas. So I am on my drive to see my client (about 30 minutes away on the freeway) when halfway there I start to notice my car acting funny. OH SHIT! Yup you guessed it. I ran out of gas on the freeway. For those of you in the Chicagoland area, my car died on 53 right before the exit for 14 at 4:45pm, which is right in the middle of rush hour. Luckily I am on the shoulder and my husband found out I could call for toll road assistance by dialing *999, something I never knew. So while I sit here waiting for roadside assistance my husband begins a rant about my stupidity. Yeah, no shit babe, I royally fucked up, I get it. But what does he do, he brings up the one other time I did this. I was 21 living in California and running late for work (no time to stop for gas), when my car dies. My brother had to come and bail me out and the lecture I got, I thought I would never hear the end of it. So as my husband continues to go on and on about how upset he is, he ends the conversation with "you know what, I'm calling your brother so he can call you and yell at you." ... GREAT!