The dumbest Saturday morning is being wide awake at sunrise and attempting to grab coffees (“yeah - I’ll go quickly and be back in flash!”) only to run out of gas at a closed gas station. Literally, my car won’t start and the twerp who’s supposed to be on duty to pump my gas (screw you Oregon) is apparently 35 minutes late for work. Or maybe this is a closed gas station for good … Crap.
Everyone is fast asleep at home.
There are only two other places to be at the butt crack of dawn: my cozy bed or the gym.
F you [most likely hungover] gas station pump attendant. I still don’t have coffee.