A funny thing happened on the way to work

I ran out of gas. It was snowing and had been for a minute (maybe all morning) and the snow plow people were slow to service the area. My car was doing the "sluggish petit mal seizure" thing, and there is a gas station on the way to work. As I am coming to a stop at the light in the right-most lane, my car shuts off. Thank God I only ran out of gas! There could be any number of things wrong with a 1992 anything, but I only had to walk across the street to gat 2 gallons of gas, and then skip back over to my car, spend 90 seconds to prepare the container and believe it wouldn't leak all over (cuz the fit wasn't tight like I was missing a piece), and then another 60 seconds to put in 2 gallons of gas. It was funny because I have been in this situation so many times with my current car because the gas gauge doesn't work. And, more recently, the trip odometer reset to 000000 for the last time and hasn't moved since. And, even more recently, with using the heat and not being as diligent (at all) about using additives every time I filled up (or got paid). But God is good because He always made sure that I ran out of gas or had car trouble in a safe place and was always able to park safely and legally; or, the time that was not the case, I was able to call on people to help me and even advocate for me. Even now, He made me pull all the way over to the right, just outside of the boundaries of the bus stop, in a comfotable vicinity to a gas station, and with the sense to know that I was only out of gas. And I was still able to handle my work business via phone coordination. And all done calmly and, at times, with humor. After the fiaso was done, I still had to drive to get a van to take to the group home that I manage. This van is great except it is on 1/4 tank of gas and I can't find the gas card, which is supposed to be in glove box. So I get to my house and I end up running the appointment. I get directions from a reliable resource, but she gave me one wrong turn but I still found it and an easier way back. By the time I returned the van, the low fuel light came on for 1 second. I will remember to let the manager know about all that, as well as the van harrassing me with the "Service Engine Soon" light. But I could have easily have had a bad day, but I focused on completing the task at hand, and that was more important than focusing on personalized, residual feelings that serve no purpose in the positive advancement of my day.