How much stress can you fit into 30 minutes...I tell you
5;30 leave work, flat tyre on car,beg bosses to reopen workshop to pump up. Done.
Knowing you might run out of petrol (old car, gauge broken) continue to pick up friend who is so angry with the world since losing his licence (third time in 18 months)
Run out of petrol, (aha not stupid, can in back, oops took funnel out night before to fill heater)
Find water bottle to make funnel, search car/ pockets to cut said bottle, nada!
Stroll (angrily) 2 kms to find a person calmly peeling an apple and beg him to cut bottom off bottle to make funnel, he kindly does wondering why an agitated Irishman is climbing the tree he was cutting....
Stomp angrily back to car, lights left on because its on the verge of a route national (at this point remember its a 56 old car with associated quirks (including flattening the battery while pumping fuel back to the carb) which it did, Last gasp of battery, viola...picked friend up, slightly grumpy...made it to billiards, thrashed the opposition...ra ra UK... (not within the 30 minutes...car abandoned after interim pumping another km from home, flat tyre destroyed, tomorrows another day)