Whoops. I alluded earlier this morning to a
blow for energy independence encounter with a gas pump this morning, but forgot to put up the story for another 45 minutes or so.
Cue distressed phone call from partner...Anyway. What happened was this; finally got all my junk together for work this morning, fed the dogs, scraped the car, and headed north. Snow/sleet had already started by then, but that's actually not relevant to this story, believe it or not. What was relevant was the proximity of the needle on my gas gauge to the "E" side of the equation. So I pulled into the BP up the road, filled up the tank, and scraped more crap off my windshield. Got back in the car to make sure I had cash for parking downtown, listened for the 'click' of the gas pump. Put my wallet away, put my gloves back on, started the car, and drove out of the parking lot.
( You may have noticed an element missing in this story... )So that's the story of Me vs. Big Oil.
::edit:: And my training tonight is cancelled - WIKTORY!