Last night, I gassed up the Elissonmobile, and for the first time in over thirteen months I paid less than $2.00 per gallon.
Not much less, mind you. The difference between $2.00 and $1.999 is a Financial Twat-Hairsbreadth. But it is symbolic.
I’d be tempted to have a Happy-Gasm over this, but just before Hurricane Katrina hit, we were all paying a lot less. And when I drove Elder Daughter and her furniture to Boston eight years ago in The U-Haul That Stank Like An Airplane Bathroom, gasoline was less than 90 cents per gallon. So hold the applause.
Nevertheless, I’d rather pay $1.999 than, say, $3.059 or (gasp) $4.999.
Amazing what you can get used to, innit?