Just got back from lunch and I had to fill up my rental car with gas before turning it in tonight. I thought that since I haven’t appropriately complained about the gas prices (like everyone else and their maternal representative), I would now. I mean seriously, $3.09…and that’s for the cheap stuff! The other night, [...]
Just got back from lunch and I had to fill up my rental car with gas before turning it in tonight. I thought that since I haven’t appropriately complained about the gas prices (like everyone else and their maternal representative), I would now.
I mean seriously, $3.09…and that’s for the cheap stuff! The other night, I spent about 20 minutes driving around for gas under three bucks…I finally found it, but it was barely worth the effort. Although every little penny helps.
But as I stood at the pump today, couldn’t help but feel like I was being robbed. It was like I was just shaking my wallet dry of all the loose bills and letting them spill onto the ground. It felt like a really cute girl walking up to me, smiling all adorable-like…and then kicking me in the crotch as hard as she could, laughing as she walked away, whilst I writhed on the ground like a pathetic schmuck. It’s like ten thousand spoons; when all you really need is a stinking knife. Actually, it’s nothing like that. But isn’t that irony for you?
Well, that’s the end of my gas rant for today. I’m still pleased as punch about Jeff and Jer. And about the Submarina sandwich I had for lunch (although it’s just not the same without Kat).
Back to work, people.