(for those who subscribe to this blog – doing a bit of housekeeping, and it seems that a couple/few old posts republished themselves – sorry about that)
My car was almost out of gas. I probably could have gone another 20 or 30 miles after the light comes on, but I don’t like to take things to such a dramatic conclusion. I consider the situation to be getting pretty serious when the little needle is creeping up on the outer corner of the E. James was in the car with me, and I told him I needed to stop to fuel up. He wasn’t much in the mood for shenanigans, which is probably why things turned out the way they did.
There’s a gas station right before the on-ramp that begins the freeway part of my journey to work, so I usually buy my gas there. The gas costs at least 10 cents more per gallon than the dicey looking place across the street. I’ve always felt that with a little detective work, I could find a decent station with a much better price per gallon. Aren’t gas stations right off the freeway higher priced than those in neighborhoods? But desperation often finds me in need of gas NOW, so I tend to fill up there on my way to wherever.
We happened to be near my usual gas stop when the light came on, so I pulled in. Their pumps were closed. I wasn’t going to go to the dicey place across the street, so I headed off down the feeder. As gas prices get more and more obscene, paying even 10 cents more per gallon than I need to starts to seem like a bad idea. A shitty investment. The next gas station down the feeder has gas that is TWENTY cents more per gallon than my usual place, which is ten cents more than the dicey looking place. Dammit. James is like, just get the fucking gas, but now I’m like a dog. Determined to find cheaper gas.
I head into the neighborhood, thinking of a Shell station that is off the beaten path. I’m sure it’ll be cheaper than all of the places we’ve seen so far, thereby making the 20 minute journey money saved. You can imagine my shock and horror when I get there and the gas is five cents more than the place down the feeder, which was twenty cents more than the place that is ten cents more than the dicey station. Bugger. I could tell that things were going to get ugly if I drove to yet another station, so I sucked it up and paid the price. Had I been alone, I would have kept driving until I found cheaper gas or ran out of it.
I needed this app.