Gas Tanque Paranoia

Since our very first experience with an empty gas tank last year, something always goes down conerning refilling the tanque. In case you missed those posts, it went from mistakenly giving the $75 tanque away to a bombero to sleeping thru the repeated knocks on the door (it was the middle of the night!) where we didn't wake up.
I have a bad case of Gas Tanque Paranoia. We had called for a refill yesterday and again, here on Calle 70 they only fill up in the middle of the night. I had volunteered to take the first shift which meant I had to stay awake to pay them. I was immediately stressed because all the parking spaces in front of the house were taken by the La Chapurria bar patrons. Terry did manage to catnap...and secretly, I did too. About midnight Terry woke up...still the tanque truck was a no-show. We made popcorn...hung out a while and then I went to bed. Terry passed the time playing craps online without real money, of course. Finally, 3AM in the morning the gas truck shows up. Always a production....lights flashing, loud sounds, clattering of the ladder. Terry said the two hombres in the truck looked exhausted.

It's Tuesday morning, we're tired, but the tanque is full!!!