When I see my gas tank get to half a tank, I start getting nervous and want to “top it off.” I just hate it if it gets to a quarter of a tank. Not just because of the money but I’m always afraid of running out.
Paul on the other hand waits until he’s running on fumes. He’ll always say “I can go to Buffalo yet on this tank” and I’m thinking “ya right!”
I asked a couple of my “women” friends when I was getting my hair done last week and all us women were in agreement. All of our husbands wait until the very last minute and we all fill it up at almost half a tank. No less that a quarter.
What camp do you fall in?