Hysteria took over my town this past week and weekend. Warnings about how Hurricane Ike was going to seriously slow down oil production in Texas sent our city residents into panic. They took their cars, gas cans, and Tupperware, and headed out to the pumps in droves over fears of gas shortages. There were lines of cars nine or ten deep at particular stations. So guess what happened?
Yup. A gas shortage. Dontcha just love it when people fulfill their own worst fears??
So now people are calling their local gas stations each morning the way parents call Wally World two weeks before Christmas when they neglected to pick up a ‘Tickle me Elmo’ back in September like the rest of the sane world. “Is a shipment coming today?” “When do you expect it in?” “I have a daughter I will give you…she’s not that pretty, but she can cook a mean cornbread.”
You get the gist.
We literally have no gas in our town. The stations all either have police tape around the pumps, or garbage bags over each of the nozzles. We look like we’ve been taken over by serial gas station murderers. And when one station gets in a shipment of fuel, it makes the radio headlines, and guess what happens?
Yup. Stupid people head over with their cars, gas cans, and Tupperware, and there isn’t anything left for the rest of us.
Some stations are putting $20 limits per customer on new shipments. It’s sad when you have to treat a city like an overgrown day care facility, but it looks like that is what it has come to.
Come on people…think for yourselves once in awhile and stop following the group!!! Oh, yeah, and STOP STEALING MY GAS!!!! If you’ll excuse me now, I’m off to get my bike fixed…..