Tonight, for the first time, I put more than $50 worth of gas in my gas tank.
I normally gas my four-door sedan up once every eight days on average. That doesn’t count trips to Louisville or up north for music festivals.
Suddenly I’m rather panic-stricken over the whole thing. I’m sure I’ll come up with a plan to deal with this, financially, eventually. But at the moment, it looks rather frightening, especially when I consider that gas will only keep going up. I mean, I only paid $3.64 per gallon tonight, which is really cheap compared to what everyone else pays.
I’m not soliciting solutions. Just, y’know, maybe a group hug or something.