One of the lesser know axioms of life is that you do not let your MB diesel run out of fuel.
Toward that end, I have started thinking about toting some diesel fuel in the trunk of my car. The problem, of course, is that diesel is a traveler and is not happy staying in one place, be it a can, jug, bottle, or milk container.
I get this fear that comes upon me as my fuel gauge goes below a quarter of a tank. Locked in state, I begin darting my head from left to right as I precariously travel down life's highway. Almost never does my reassurance come as a "diesel here" sign.
It's just not worth it to live out life this way. Surely there is a magical parachute that one can wrap a tiny part of life in security. Please help at least this phobia!
Chip
Houston
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