Time to fill up. While I try to schedule my fill-ups around when I'm at my inlaws' (who so conveniently live adjacent to New Jersey, where gas never goes above $4.00/gallon), there was just no avoiding it this time.
I tell everyone that this is good; we need more expensive gas; it's methadone for our proverbial heroine addiction to oil. But, as I watch my fellow fillees' faces crinkle into despair as the meter climbs higher and higher, I have to wonder why we continue to take it up the rear while ExxonMobil and the like take quarterly profits upward of $10 billion.
Anyway, look for me at the Shell station across from the Norwalk DMV. I'll be the one at a blue Audi crying.
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