Help! I am stuck in the car with my parents -Or- Prozak is my friend

Yesterday was insane, yeah I had a busier than normal agenda but hey that happens.  So after I had finished teaching art yesterday, I had to run to a new clients to confirm the date of completion for their remodel.  My teaching partner was sick so I took my mother to help me with setup/tear down... do you see where this is going.  Now since my dad was the initial sales contact for this client I had to pick him up too, mom decided to go to... Danger Will Robinson, Danger!  

So here I am innocently cruising along, (we had to go to the next city) to make it shorter we got there, handled it, and came back.  My mom began the debate of where dad was taking us to lunch, where are we going, etc.  Which sparked a wave of jokes and funny innuendoes from dad, this is just how dad is you can say "scotch tape" and he always has something, not a problem with me, but for mom... not so much.  

They began to "bicker"  well not so much that, more like kids going back and forth.  Me I am just fighting the urge to not turn around and say "don't make me turn this thing around"  though how fun would that be.  So I keep driving back home... and the van did a little stumble hmmm, I looked at my mileage chart (the fuel gauge stopped working) and determined in can't be that because I still have about 20 miles or so before I have to panic, we had only 3 miles to a gas station.

Driving, driving, dada dada,  it did it again then she began to sloooow down... oh man.  Now I should stop and say that my math skills are a little hairy... okay maybe a giant gorilla.  Math is just not my thing, God gave me calculators and a smart husband so really why should I be rude and not thankfully use these gifts... thank you very much.  Except I forgot to have my husband check my mileage chart, shoot!  

So I eased over and and looked took a couple of deep breaths thinking about what was about to come of this.  I looked over to my parents and said I ran out of gas... now at this point you would have thought that WWIII had just broke out, I wish I was kidding.  I said it's okay I will just walk down to the gas station and take care of it.  "Oh no you can't do that" "stay here" blah blah blah!  I was a Marine, we used to run that for lunch.  

But to make this shorter after 40 minutes of trying to find someone dad realized his insurance would cover this, so we got a tow (yeah dad)... took us to the gas station, got gas, and started it to ensure we were okay, I went inside to wipe off my hands, the doors were left open, the emergency lights still on, and my weak battery all spelled a dead battery for my van... awwww we got a jump I dropped everyone off, and ran home and went to bed.

oi! I am tired just typing this.