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Marcus sat in his car on the grass verge. He had tried to start it several times after it had stopped for no reason. The two men in the van had kindly helped him off the road after a hundred angry motorists had blown their horns at him.
He had phoned the breakdown company and they had promised to be there within half an hour. It had been forty minutes. Maybe they'd broken down too?
A vehicle pulled up behind him and an overall-clad man get out. He approached Marcus' car and tapped on the window.
Marcus explained that he'd broken down, as if it were necessary.
The breakdown man quickly discovered what was wrong. He pointed at the fuel gauge and grunted. It showed that there was no petrol in the tank.
Marcus told him that he'd seen that, but thought you always got at least another fifty miles out of it once the red light was lit.
The breakdown man was glad that stupid people kept him in business.