@ the Chevron Station on the corner of La Brea and Slauson in L.A. 

 

This is officially a rant.

There are a lot of reasons for me to be bitter, but today, I’ll just focus on the one issue that’s got me the most pissed off right now.  The price of a gallon of gasoline.

I have the fondest memories of back in the day when someone offered you five dollars on your gas tank to give them a ride and that five dollars damn near filled your tank up.

I can remember pulling my hoopty into Arco and paying 89 cents a gallon.  It wasn’t that long ago.

Just when I had adjusted myself to paying 3 dollars a gallon, I am now faced with paying 4 dollars and pretty soon five dollars.  And what makes it so bad is that there ain’t damn thing you or I can do about it.

It’s times like this I wish I had a job that kept me in one location all day.  A job where I could make use of what Los Angeles calls public transportation.  And that’s saying a lot, because I am not fond of catching the Metro in Los Angeles, but at this point, I would if I could.

Add to that, the fact that because the price of gas has risen, so has the price of everything else, including the cost of food.  Now I only have one mouth to feed, but for folks out there with families, it’s cheaper to buy KFC than to go to the store and buy the chicken and fry it up at home.

While high rates of inflation are all around us, it hasn’t seemed to affect the price of fast food or our paychecks.  Why is that?

It’s times like this that I wish I were either filthy rich or living in a city that had a decent public transportation system to wear I could park my car for good.

So if it isn’t absolutely necessary or you aren’t driving, I’m not going.  They may continue to raise the price at the pump, but that doesn’t mean that I am going to keep filling up my tank like it’s business as usual.   Oh hell no!  The more they raise the price, the more I am cutting down on my leisurely driving.  That’s my own little form of protest.  They won’t get a penny more out of me than absolutely necessary.

But I guess it could be worse, I could be the owner of one of the gas guzzling SUVs.  My condolences to those who are.

I think I’ll break now and scream. Anyone care to join me?