Domestic Means NOT BUYING GAS.

As in, I AM NOT BUYING GAS.
At least not today.
Or tomorrow. Or even the next day.

Today I watched across the street in utter horror at the Dergka Mart (DM). (no, that is not really the name of it but you get my drift and, shut UP PC People, that’s just what we call it here.)

Wednesday the DM had expensive gas. As in, $3.53. In Blacksburg, I found it for a mere $3.38, but that’s at a place who likes to undercut every other gas station. So whatever. It’s $3.53. When I drove the entire block to work this morning (again, hussshhhh, it’s hilly… and I had Seven.) the price had jumped to $3.67.
But wait, there’s more.
I looked out around noon to see Mr. DM changing the price. $3.89.
2pm – $3.99.
3pm – $4.37.
By 6pm – $4.99.

4 freaking 99?

This had better be one hell of a hurricane, and that’s all I have to say about that.*

*no, I do not want any faithful or unfaithful readers to be injured or lose their home, dog, car, oven, VCR, toilet paper, or job in the hurricane. But you must know what I mean. SOMEONE, pre-hurricane, is taking advantage…and I AM MAD.