Whelp, updates delayed again, my loves. My car, which is also my source of income, has sprung another leak.
"What kind of leak?" I hear you cry. "Is it a bag leak? Can it be fixed?"
All good questions. Well, oddly nosy individual that may only exist in my video game and T.V. idled mind, it can be. The fuel tank has sprung a leak and, as you may know, that's bad. I noticed I was using up more fuel than I usually do, but since I deliver pizzas for a living, I didn't think much of it. I fill up at least every two or three days depending on how busy it is. But one day, my manager was outside and noticed a weird puddle under my car and promptly told me. At first, I assumed she was talking about the condensation from the AC. For those how don't know, I live in the American South and it gets hot as balls here in the summer. So, I decide to go check anyway and sure enough, it wasn't my AC.
I smelled gas. It was dripping like condensation, but sadly it was gasoline. I know how unsafe it is to be driving with leaking gas so I was promptly sent home. I'm thankful this was pointed out to me before my car exploded but it's still a bummer.
The parts I need won't be in until Monday, so I'm borrowing my step-dad's car until then. But seeing as I have most of this weekend off, as I was supposed to be going to Carowinds with my cousin, I might actually be able to work while my car is being repaired. Carowinds will have to wait until another weekend.
So, when life springs a leak, plug it up and keep going, you know?