The Wendy's cup gas funnel

I had just gotten home from work and sat down on the couch to talk to my mom when my phone starts ringing. It was my best friend Cassie. I answer the phone and she proceeds to tell me that as she was entering the Wal-Mart parking lot in Marysville when her car ran out of gas. She then asks, “Is there any way you can come, pick me up, and take me to the gas station so we can get gas?” Of course, I was laughing at her when I told her, “I’d be right there.” When I find her car in the Wal-Mart parking, lot she was sitting in it waiting on me. It was about 11:30pm so the Wal-Mart gas station was closed. We had to drive to the other side of town for the closest gas station. When we got there, I ran inside to find a gas can, which was surprisingly more expensive than I thought it would be, while Cassie sat in the car. I had never done anything like this before, so as I was at the gas pump trying to figure out how to take the lid off the gas can, a guy comes over and asks if I need help. I accept his offer because I just could not figure out how to open that thing up! After about a minute or two of him working on it, he gets the lid off of the can to the point where we can fill it with gas, but still won’t be able to poor it out. The nice man pays for my gas and I tell him that my friend and I will figure out some way to poor the gas into the car. Next, I jump back into my car and we drive back over to the Wal-Mart parking lot to Cassie’s car. I thought that I would be able to poor the gas into her tank without the nozzle that came with the can, but the gas would spill everywhere and we’d be lucky to actually get any in the car. Meanwhile, we are laughing hysterically at the situation we are in and trying to find something in either of our cars that can substitute as a funnel. After a long time of searching because we somehow had a lot of stuff in our cars, the only thing we can find is a Wendy’s cup with hopes that we’ll be able to rip out the bottom and fold it into the shape of a funnel so we can poor the gas her gas tank. Somehow, with a floppy and now saturated cup, our plan worked and we got all of the gas into her car! Cassie goes to start her car up and I hear her yell, “Are you kidding me? My car’s dead!” She had left her lights on and her battery died. This pretty much put the icing on the cake. Our whole gas extravaganza ended up taking about two hours, it was really late and I had to wake up early the next morning. We both gave up considering it was too late to call someone that had jumper cables so I told her I would just take her home. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, a thought came to me and I look at her and say, “Cass, why didn’t we think to walk into Wal-Mart and buy a funnel?”