(that’s what my kids say when they talk like “hippies” – because to them, that’s what hippies walk around saying – all the time.)
I stopped for gas yesterday at a station where & paid a measly $2.79 per gallon. That’s right, people… two-freakin-seventy-nine per gallon. Of gas. In America. Jealous?
I thought that maybe the station had a dyslexic number-putter-upper & surely they would realize that this was a mistake. Gas for $2.79? That’s crazy-talk!
I filled up my tank while looking around suspiciously wondering when someone would run out and say – ACK! THAT’S THE WRONG PRICE! HAND OVER YOUR WALLET, LADY!
No one ever did… so I decided to splurge and paid for a car wash.
Even after full tank and the Ultimate Car Wash my bill was less than a couple of weeks ago. That was when I filled up at $4.39 a gallon.
How in the heck did the price of gas go down $1.60 (had to use a calculator for that one… whew) in a few short weeks? That doesn’t make sense. We’re still paying the same for milk, right? I haven’t noticed the price of bread, avocados, movie tickets, shoes &/or wine going down at all. (and believe me, I checked on the wine…and okay, the shoes too.)
Right before I paid $4.39 for a freakin’ gallon of gas, I could barely find gas ANYWHERE. This is what we were dealing with in the huge commuter city of Atlanta:
No gas. Anywhere. It had a lot of people panicking and even running out of gas while waiting for gas. I thought I had slipped through the space-time continuum and back into the 1970s. (where I was a wee-babe, thankyouverymuch)
If you did happen to find a station that was actually selling gas, you’d see this:
That line went on for about a half a mile. Ridiculous.
After pumping the $2.79 gas into my car, I felt like YES! I WON! I had gotten one over on those big evil oil companies! GO ME!
I realized that I shouldn’t be HAPPY about gas at $2.79 a gallon. That is still TOO HIGH. Someone tricked me into thinking that $2.79 was a reasonable amount to pay for gas…and it almost worked! But it’s not reasonable. It’s NOT. Dammit.
That was when I gave the gas station a hair flip. (don’t piss me off or I might hair flip you too – I’m crazy like that)
And then I sat through my $6.00 car wash.