A Pain in the Gas
I had to break down and buy gas this morning. Ouch.
For $20 I got 6.8 gallons, which driving around town as I do (not much freeway driving in Sioux City, Iowa, I’m afraid), should hopefully last me about a week. Knock on wood, and hope I don’t have a lot of extra running around to do.
The dingbat cashier at the convenience store even had the nerve to say to me “Thank you for your purchase!” in a perfectly insincere, snotty tone as I passed over my twenty. (Mouth breather.) Yeah, yeah, thanks a lot, bitch. That means a lot to me coming from a fat cow wearing too much lipstick and reeking of cigarettes.
Okay, that was a little mean, and was probably uncalled for. It’s not the heifer’s fault that gasoline is $2.93 a gallon. She just stands there and collects the dough, that’s all. But still – don’t try to be so damn chipper about the fact that we’re paying more than double for gas these days, and that this same station jacked up their gas prices four times in one week. Funny, I didn’t see new gas being delivered four times – how come that same fuel is now 60 cents per gallon higher? Sniff, sniff, sure smells like gouging to me... Besides, it's not like I can magically pull the additional expense out of my butt - I haven't had a raise for two years. What makes Bush & friends think I can somehow afford a 50% price hike in my fuel? And that's not counting winter yet, my friends. Keep in mind that we live in a part of the world where 10 below zero isn't just a fantasy - it's February.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I sure would like to have a hybrid car if we could – her Blazer gets horrendous mileage overall – but we need to have something large enough to haul crap in. For example, we had to rent an appliance dolly this weekend to get the new washer/dryer down the basement stairs. It’d have never fit in the back of my convertible, or if it had, it’d have looked really dumb sticking out of the open top. So for now we’ll stick with what we have, grumble about the gas prices, and secretly curse the smelly ditz behind the counter at the convenience store.
It’s the least we can do.
For $20 I got 6.8 gallons, which driving around town as I do (not much freeway driving in Sioux City, Iowa, I’m afraid), should hopefully last me about a week. Knock on wood, and hope I don’t have a lot of extra running around to do.
The dingbat cashier at the convenience store even had the nerve to say to me “Thank you for your purchase!” in a perfectly insincere, snotty tone as I passed over my twenty. (Mouth breather.) Yeah, yeah, thanks a lot, bitch. That means a lot to me coming from a fat cow wearing too much lipstick and reeking of cigarettes.
Okay, that was a little mean, and was probably uncalled for. It’s not the heifer’s fault that gasoline is $2.93 a gallon. She just stands there and collects the dough, that’s all. But still – don’t try to be so damn chipper about the fact that we’re paying more than double for gas these days, and that this same station jacked up their gas prices four times in one week. Funny, I didn’t see new gas being delivered four times – how come that same fuel is now 60 cents per gallon higher? Sniff, sniff, sure smells like gouging to me... Besides, it's not like I can magically pull the additional expense out of my butt - I haven't had a raise for two years. What makes Bush & friends think I can somehow afford a 50% price hike in my fuel? And that's not counting winter yet, my friends. Keep in mind that we live in a part of the world where 10 below zero isn't just a fantasy - it's February.
The Lovely Mrs. G. and I sure would like to have a hybrid car if we could – her Blazer gets horrendous mileage overall – but we need to have something large enough to haul crap in. For example, we had to rent an appliance dolly this weekend to get the new washer/dryer down the basement stairs. It’d have never fit in the back of my convertible, or if it had, it’d have looked really dumb sticking out of the open top. So for now we’ll stick with what we have, grumble about the gas prices, and secretly curse the smelly ditz behind the counter at the convenience store.
It’s the least we can do.
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