Well here's a funny story

My mother and I drove to the store to buy some propane. Everything is going fine, we buy propane, put it in the car. Now here's where things started to go wrong. We put the key in the ignition, turn it, nothing happens. We try again, and again, nothing works. Luckily for us a lady pulls up in her car in the parking spot next to ours. We figure the battery is the problem, and with the help of two sassy Greek men and the sarcastic remarks of some young father and his child we jumped our car.

Everyone leaves and we start the car again. Nothing happens except for an excruciatingly horrific grinding sound. At this point all hope is lost. We lock the car and start to trudge home in the cold weather, spirits down. We end up running back to the car to grab our propane tank, thinking "hey, at least we can cook ourselves a nice meal with the propane,".

So we grab some poor shopping cart and shove the propane tank in it, and start sprinting home in the 50 degree weather. Obviously this shopping cart was not used to being pushed at high speeds with a particularly heavy tank of propane in it. The cart started veering off to the side, and was making a huge ruckus as we start sprinting towards home with it.

People were staring, gaping at us as we sprinted at full speed with the cart down the street. The wheels were squeaking, but we thundered on. After fifteen minutes of running we got home, feeling blessed that we lived near a grocery store. We park the cart in our backyard and hook up the propane to the grill, happy that at least we could eat one nice meal. We started the grill...

Turned out the propane didn't work.

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