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Gas pains

Just when I think Jeremy and I are real people living in the real world, something happens to enlighten me.

I filled up the other day at Costco and the person before me had left their receipt in the machine. Here is their receipt:


And here is ours:

In case you can't read them, the person at the pump before us spent $81.21 (to fill, I presume, or hope), and we spent $28.78, which is actually one of our more expensive "fills" ever. To be fair, for us, "fill" is a loose term because we never let our gas tank get completely empty, so it's more like 2/3-of-a-tank fill.

In any case, yikes. I think I could work up some energy to be upset about gas prices if my wallet was actually feeling it as much as Mr. $81.21. As it is, we probably fill up 2 - 3 times a month and our car (a lovely 2004 Toyota Corolla S) gets awesome gas mileage.

How much is gas where you are? How much does it cost you to fill up? Are you mad as heck and not going to take it anymore, or largely indifferent, or planning to move to Europe or the Middle East or Asia where they have planned, public-transportationable communities, or what?

(And am I the only one who personally remembers when gas was around $0.97/gallon? That was at the cheap-o Arco station, of course, whose policy was to hire only quasimodos to fill your tank (this was in Oregon). If you wanted uniformed, non-skeezeball service, you had to go to the Texaco up the hill and pay 7 - 10 more cents/gallon.)

Another receipt

Camping at 7 months' pregnant