Pain In The Gas
So I was helping get dinner ready last night and listening to Mike and Kate when they told me (all of us actually) that gas prices would jump about 13 cents per litre overnight. After dinner I hopped in the old truck, which was on empty, and drove to my usual filling station. The cars and trucks were lined up onto Weber Street. I got in line. Patiently. Turn the truck off, turn it on and get six feet closer to the pumps. It was nasty. I wasn’t sure if I had enough gas in the tank to get to the pumps, which I could reach with my hand. People cutting people off, yelling out car windows “I was here first!” and other less polite greetings. I kept time on my watch. It took my all of 12 minutes from the time my tires hit the parking lot until I was pumping the liquid gold. Ninety dollars later I was happy. The price did go up this morning. I figure my 12 minute wait saved me just under five dollars on the tank. Next time, I’ll send one of the kids. My time is worth more than that.