Drew and I carpooled into work this morning. We drove Susie Q. Subaru, and about half-way through the commute, Susie's check engine light came on. I am proud to be able to say that this was Susie's first check engine incident. She's been a good car these past five years, and I've been lucky. So, you can imagine that we were both none too thrilled to see the lighting up of said indicator.

We finished our commute into work, and Drew mentioned that he'd like to take Susie to AutoZone over lunch to have them check the diagnostic code. So, we go, and the guy comes out with Drew, plugs in the diagnostic tool, and asks, "Would you, by any chance, have a loose fuel cap?"

D'oh.

As the last person to fill up Susie's tank, I am at fault. We are both breathing a sigh of relief that, for instance, her transmission isn't about to kaput. But, for now, all I can think is, "When is Drew going to stop telling EVERYONE this oh-so funny story?"

-Em