Leanne's First Blog Post!

Sunday, February 7th, 2010.

Until friday night, I didn't have anything to write about as Brian covered all of the events in an unbiased way. It was about 10pm when the tension between us started to build. After driving on a dirt road for about 2 hours going 45 km/hr, we finally hit the highway where Taylor started to drive. Dennis and I were just starting to get comfortable in the backseat ready to fall asleep when the gas light came on. You might not think this is a huge deal, but after checking the GPS several times we realized that the closest gas station was approximately 150km away. We remembered we had a 5L gas can in the trunk, but it was empty due to Dennis thinking it was unnecessary to fill at the previous gas station. Dennis and Taylor seemed to think that we would make it just in time to fill up, but Brian and I thought there was no way. At this time we called CAA on my phone (the only one with service) to warn them that they might have to pick us up if we didn't make it, but of course, the phone cut out in the middle of our conversation. We continued to drive down the two lane highway with our eyes glued to the gas gauge as well as the GPS tracking how many km were left. As soon as we reached only 10 km left we started to feel a little better thinking if we broke down someone could run to the rescue with our gas can. Eventually, our GPS lead us to a Petro Canada where we were relieved to finally fill up. This is where the drama really begins. Because we had to pay at the pump, we needed a debit or credit card and all of our gas money was cash. It was freezing out, and we were all tired and comfortable so Dennis asked Brian to fill up with his visa. Brian didn't have a jacket on and Dennis did, so it only made sense for Dennis to go. After telling Brian he was good for nothing, Dennis got out and slammed the door behind him. About 2 minutes later we all look outside at Dennis struggling to fill up the tank. After putting 9 cents in the car it stopped working, so he tried again and another 9 cents went in. The pump wasn't actually pumping gas so we had to search for another gas station. Dennis got back in the car and we proceeded to drive around. While pulling out, the police pulled us over probably thinking we were trying to steal gas. He directed us to a 24 hour gas station up the road where we finally filled up at 1.11/L. I opened the door while Dennis was filling up to remind him to fill the 5L gas can as well but he still seemed to think it was unnecessary. Taylor, Brian and I all thought Dennis was being ridiculous considering we almost just ran out of gas, so Taylor got out to search for the gas can in the trunk. He soon came back in as it was freezing out and he couldn't find the can. Everyone was a little agitated at this time because we just wanted to get back on the road. Dennis, still thinking it was a stupid idea to spend $5 on extra gas, was in the back seat rolling his eyes as we were trying to figure out what to do. I eventually got out of the car and after searching the trunk, I found and filled the can. After a quick pit stop at Tim Hortons we would be on our way. As we all know Tims only takes cash, so Brian asked Dennis for $5 from the gas money and he would pay him back later. Dennis' exact words were "yeah right, ---- you." Brian obviously got frustrated, and after telling Dennis he was the worst brother in the world, he slammed the door and kicked the back bumper. Thankfully we got back on the road, and the eleven hours of driving Dennis did earlier put him to sleep. When we woke up in a couple hours we were all in great moods, although Dennis still seems to think he's right, and he never did apologize.