These were prices at a Culver City gas station last Friday afternoon. I was on empty. I had to stop.
Two-ninety-nine and nine-tenths. Which really means three dollars for high performance. Oh and don't get me started on the BS grade levels. It all comes from the same pump. It's all the same gas. Besides, we're all paying way too much for gas and we're all just a little pissed off.
Except, it seems, for the woman driving this car. She actually pulled into the FULL SERVE lane.
Here we see the driver's shoulder in the front seat. And there's the full service she receives.
I spent my savings on a grande vanilla latte, splurged with an added shot of espresso, tipped the guy for service with a smile, and used the rest to fill the meter at my next stop.