being out of gas reminded me of something kinda funny.
the most mentally-challenged driver i have had yet was driving baby and me to baby’s dr. appointment one evening. traffic was its usual ugly self, but in bangalore the air itself is very smoggy and full of all kinds of pollution... trash fires, engines without catalytic converters, cow farts, you name it. we are waiting at the traffic light (we have already had to sit through two green lights) at a notorious intersection. Suddenly i heard the car’s voice announce “Your Scorpio is running on reserve fuel. Your Scorpio is running on reserve fuel.” this was news to me... my goobal (goobal means fool in Kannada?) driver hadn’t mentioned anything.
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