In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.

Text: this happened a few years ago. sorry.

a few american friends and i were doing a trip back to chicago from toronto after some r & r. i rode shotgun as we were leaving toronto. i glanced over at the gas gauge and noticed it was around the halfway mark. i ask my buddy if he’s going to fill up and he said he’ll fill up after we cross the border into michigan.

back story. this was at a time when the cad was equal or greater than the usd. when the dollars are on par with each other, $3.78/gal equals $1.00/litre. on average, gasoline hovered around $3.20 in michigan, which calculated to about $0.85/litre. it is a pretty good price considering ontario gasoline costed on average $1.15/litre. it made sense to buy gasoline stateside as opposed to province side.

i've done this trip numerous times and it usually takes me half a tank to get from toronto to the sarnia/port huron border. mind you i had a smaller vehicle with a smaller engine than his. so i hesitantly agreed with him. 

about 15-20 minutes getting on hwy 402 (40 mins away from the border), the low gas light comes on. i tell my buddy that we should put in some gas. his girlfriend in the back agrees with me. but nope he says his car can go on for a while when the light comes on. so he drives along, albeit, a little more conservatively.

we get into sarnia and the vehicles line up for kilometres. i don’t think he planned on it being a busy day for border crossing. the windsor/detroit crossing is always busy but the sarnia/port huron crossing is either a hit or miss. i count the signs that shows gas stations as we slowly trot by. we get close to the bridge and i see the sign that says last exit before crossing. i tell him one last time to get gas but he declines.

i begin to believe that we are going to make it. we climb the blue water bridge and it’s still pretty slow going. just as we pass over the top and are heading downwards, the car goes silent. i look over at my buddy’s face and it looked like his stomach reached up and grabbed his jaw into his chest. he tries to turn the engine back on but it sputters off a second or two later. i tell him to put it in neutral so we can coast down. i tell his ass is so lucky we ran out of gas going downwards. we discuss what we were going to do because from the down ramp to customs is a very long flat piece of land. at the bottom, the 18 wheelers split from the rest of the cars, trucks and rvs. we coast down to an area between the two groups. hazard lights are turned on. we stuck out like a sore thumb. 

buddy and i get out of the car to walk towards customs. we looked like harold and kumar on another wacky adventure (buddy is south asian and i’m east asian). i could feel every single eyes on us. 

all of a sudden, border patrolmen runs out yelling at us to stop and get our hands out of our pockets. it’s winter. we stop dead in our tracks. they ask us what’s going on. we tell them our situation. they say tough luck, you’ll have to push the car through. we honestly couldn't believe that because the closest gas station after customs is still a while away. we were hoping to get a tow truck. they tell us to get back to the car and push. we walk back and buddy tells his girlfriend to get in the driver seat, we were going to push. 

just before we start to push, a traffic controller comes up to us and asks what happened. we told her that we ran out of gas and that we had to push the car through. she starts to laugh and calls someone on her walkie-talkie. she tells us that it’s a pretty common occurrence because of the price difference and wait time. we wait a few minutes and a gas truck from the canadian side drives over.

driver pumps in gas into the car. buddy tried to give him some money but was refused. car turns on and it looks as though we were given about 10 litres of gas. we thanked them. the traffic controller then let’s us cut in line to be next. customs guy laughed at us.
ran out of gas while driving across an international border. got assistance then carried on.

Text: yes this did happen today. i live alone and have been sick for about a week now. i'm getting better and after having a running nose for a couple of days my nose has become dry and very itchy. so i pick my nose. (yes i know you shouldn't do that.) unfortunately if you combine dry nose picking with taking aspirin you get nose bleeds. i had one this afternoon, so i just held my head high while browsing, until i felt the a sneeze coming up. i paniced, but managed to go into my bathroom trying to grab some toilet paper while not dripping blood on my floor but as soon as i enter the bathroom i sneezed and covered it and myself with blood. it looked like someone just got killed in there. after i cried out to the heavens i started to clean up, while listening to a podcasts, but ended up being so distracted that after i was done cleaning the bathroom i forgot that i still had blood on my shirt and face. enter my neighbours kid: he's a 8 year old boy who lives downstairs, they received a package for me, he was sent to deliver it. i opened up the door looking like a serial killer and the kids runs away screaming. i had to explain myself to the initially angry but really understanding mother and vowed to stop picking my nose.
had a nosebleed, forgot to clean myself, scared the shit out of some kid.

Text: before and after pics 

http://imgur.com/qwoli3c
 
obligatory this happened last year. my brothers and i decided to get a tattoo in memory of our late grandfather. he was a great man and an even better businessman. his most memorable venture was his bow tie company, so we all picked one bowtie out of his private collection to get done. i had work the morning of the tattooing, so both of my brothers went first. (this is where i fucked up) work was busy that day and i hadn't gotten to eat anything. in order to calm my jitters i thought it would be a good idea to smoke a little joint on the way over. everything started alright until i felt a little woossy, the tattoo artist went to fetch me some candy and when he returned i had passed out and fallen on the floor face first. well that wasn't the worst of it. after recuperating, i walked outside for some fresh air and noticed that there was something extra in my pants, yup you guest it i shit my pants after i passed out. frantically rush to the bathroom and rip my underwear off throw them away and used up everything they had to clean myself.... it took me a hole year to come back and finish the tattoo and i even included a little number 2 to show that it took twice to get my first ever tattoo

don't smoke weed before getting a tattoo for the first time. also make sure you eat something or you will pass out and shit your pants.

