Westend.. That reminds me of one of my own puckering rides home in a 1993 Chevy 6.5 diesel...it was probably the winter of 95/96, and I found myself terribly low on fuel in an unfamiliar area a bit after midnite. I couldn't even find an open gas station let alone diesel. I did find a small convenience store and walked out of there with all 10 quarts of ATF off the shelf and both jugs of corn oil.
Combined with the aproximately 5 gallons of diesel that was in the tank, this additional 5 gallons got me back into familiar area where I promptly filled up with diesel.