
45 cents my foot... more like 55 cents. My cellphone camera is somewhat not so very good at distance shots; that's $3.12 for regular on the sign. People are lining up to buy it, too: the Shell station across the highway had $3.49 up. The BP stations were $2.79 everywhere on my run home — I don't know how they're doing it. But a 70 cent/gallon spread isn't tenable; things will level out.
The long lines and frayed nerves remind me of the 70s shortages, not long before I was old enough to drive. There's already rumors of shortages, gas stations closing down. It will be a good two weeks, minimum, before the refineries and pipelines get sorted out. If stations are closing now, we're in trouble. Thank God I can work at home.
Heck, I wasn't even born when the 70s fuel crises occurred but it's enough to make me nervous. I remember balking at prices around $2.50/gal a month ago, but late last week I went ahead and filled up at $2.83/gal because there's no telling where prices will go now. I'm glad I did but dreading my next visit to the filling station.
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