The Pump Don't Work 'Cause The Vandals Took The Handles
Yesterday, the price of a barrel of oil soared to $139. If the truth be told, I really don't know exactly what that means. I never actually saw a barrel of oil. I usually purchase quarts of it in small plastic bottles for a few bucks at the petrol station. Kimberly gets it at the market in clear containers and it's even flavored. We are developing quite a penchant for olive. Virgin Olive, if you must know.
But when the price of a barrel goes up, so does the cost of a gallon of gasoline. At least in most countries. People in the US and A are all bent out of shape because a gallon costs $3.50. There are not many who feel sorry for them as gas in America is relatively cheap. The World's highest is Sierra Leone: $18.42 per gallon
A Bicycle.
I wonder if he got the hint. They should have thrown in a bag of sharp edged matzoh pretzels for good measure.
When I was a lad, there was what was called a "gas war". Not to be confused with the War on Terror or the War on Drugs, this war actually was good for the citizens. Petrol prices kept going down to attract customers. At the lowest it was 19 cents...and a clean cut fellow in a freshly pressed uniform washed your windshield...and gave you a dinner plate. All with a smile.
Today, Americans pump their own, hope they don't get carjacked and have to walk in to the counter to pay some stupid pimple faced fat chick munching on a pop tart and reading a teen magazine. She couldn't find her ass with both hands and a flashlight, let alone a locate a squeegee and waddle out to your vehicle. If she knew how to smile, all she would reveal is her tobacco stained tooth. The chances that she even speaks English are fatter than Hilliary's calves.
That, my friends, is progress.
If I wasn't such a lazy bastard myself, I would think about buying a bike. Or maybe I could get one from the Israelites next time I fly over on my private jet. But we live on top of a hill and I could never ride it up. Kimberly would need to drive the car down and pick me up.
As Harry Callahan said, "A man's gotta know his limitations"
Mine are about NZ$2.50/liter. I've got nothing to worry about until probably December.
Then I go for my syphon.
4 Comments:
That gas station chick sounds hot!
Nothin' better than putting the hose to a babe with pop tart and tobacco flavored lips.
I'd fill her up, you bet.
LOVE it and thank God I don't have to pump WTF and only bitch at LOL! I think if they actually changed the names people wouldn't be as unhappy as they are pumping gas into their huge vehicles. You might have a winner there - love robin
Nice piece...enjoyed the blog.
I would pump that gas station attendant too.
not much to do with the blog but I gotta leave this comment...HEY! It's your nephew Justin from WV! I've been wondering about you guys and never got to personally thank you, like I've wanted to, for that trip back in '02. =) www.myspace.com/danceflooradvocate pj_simon@hotmail.com
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