I had to take our car in for some repair today. After dropping it off I was blessed to drive our green and white beast, the farm truck, around to purchase the Thanksgiving groceries. This beast drinks gasoline like an alcoholic with a fifth of Vodka on a freezing night. I think we might get two gallons to the mile if we're lucky.
So I am driving around and notice that the gas gauge is getting dangerously low. I frantically start thinking to myself..."self, where is the nearest gas station?". I remembered seeing one a couple of miles back so I turned the loud obnoxious beast around and found the gas station not even checking to see what the price was. I told the attendant to fill the front tank and when he handed me the receipt I was in shock. The total came to only $25.40. I did a double take. The price per gallon was $1.99!!! Can you believe it? I haven't seen that for a few years. I am going to go gas up everything I can find.
Sorry there won't be any pots, pans or bowls for our Thanksgiving meal. They will now be storing gasoline.