I remember in high school during that fateful summer just before I started driving, the price of gas dipped to 73 cents a gallon. As I drove past the pump today it read $3.73 and they are talking about it creeping up past four.
On a recent road trip a dear friend who shall remained unnamed unleashed a flatulent fury that literally made our eyes water. It reminded me of the time that the same dear friend held a van full of us captive in his gas chamber, van windows locked to maximize the longevity of the fragrance.
The upside is that such torment puts the prospect of $4 gas in perspective as I would have gladly paid my friend $40 just to get him to stop.
I guess you could say we all got a glimpse of $40 gas. And let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty.
Grown men wept.