On Super Bowl Sunday, I borrowed my friend’s car to run to the store before the real game of the day, the fighting Memphis Tigers’ brunch basketball game against the Temple Owls. Temple was a dangerous sleeper team, and not just because it’s Bill Cosby’s alma mater.
In a hurry, I did not look at the gas gauge, and I ran out of gas. Running out of gas is not a problem for an attractive female, but for a bowlegged old man like me who is maybe a four in good lighting, folks just do not stop and help.
Having outrun my redneck roots, I have not run out of gas since Jimmy Carter was president. But as I was soon to find out, things have changed in the gas can business since then, all at the ham-handed hands of our federal government.
The car was stopped that morning in the “S curves” in Chattanooga near “Jesus Junction.” This is the dangerous part of the road where many of the churches were just letting out. No one leaving church stopped to help me. I guess none of the churches was named “The Good Samaritan.” Cars were buzzing by, and it was dangerous. The church people would not stop, and neither would the liberal hipster class (they may have recognized me).
www.timesfreepress.com/news/2023/feb/16/opinion-federal-government-work-tfp/