Stolen Gas

Here's a sign the economy sucks right now: someone stole (siphoned) gas from my car. Nathan took my car to his apartment Friday night to make things easier to get to the football game yesterday. During the night, someone stole my gas. I had at least a half a tank of gas!! I always set a trip meter when I fill up at the gas station to have another "gas gauge." Normally a tank of gas lasts about 400 miles. Dad was the one who realized I was out of gas. He thought I asked him to drive my car because I was almost out of gas in hopes that he would fill it up for me. I knew I should have had half a tank of gas so I asked Dad what my trip meter said--202 miles. My car was so low on gas that Dad was worried he wouldn't make it to a gas station. Being that gas is scarce and 80,000 people came to the Clemson game, Dad had to buy premium gas for my car. I'm so ticked that someone stole my gas! The new Xterra gas tanks don't even look like they open from the outside! I'm going to find a locking gas cap before I put any more gas in my car. This is ridiculous. I don't use my car that much since I bike to class, but I need to have it to go to work and get around at night. I hope Clemson gets some more gas soon!