On Sunday after church, I ran out of gas on the way home and had to stop and full up.
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It was -20. The short way to tell you is I was cold. The long way is to tell you that I was COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! 
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I'm still barefoot though.
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The pump was going so slow! I think the fuel inside it was frozen or something...
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Unlike this smart girl, I didn't go inside to get hot chocolate to warm up.
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In retrospect, I probably should have. I was so cold that my brain forgot to tell me to shut the fuel cap. A car of girls flagged me down and told me it was open. I felt dumb.