Thursday, June 26, 2008

Outta gas

So I'm at the gas station last night getting ready to bend over and grab my ankles at $4.15 a gallon, and this happens:

That's right.

The hose that's supposed to be connected at the top of the pump just fell to the ground.


With what we're paying for gas here in Chicago, the damn thing should be made out of gold, detect when I'm thirsty, and serve Jack & Cokes out of crystal glassware (FREE, with every purchase over $100!)
I am listening to: The air conditioner in the office
I am reading: Sin in the Second City by Karen Abbott
And I am: Disgusted


Anonymous said...

Gas prices? What's the big deal? I pay the price when I get gas... everyone groans and leaves the room! You don't hear me complaining.