On the way home I saw the price for gas at the local Arco (which also has the cheapest gas around) and it said $3.81. That was for regular. Premium was $3.99.
Now I realize that folks in Cali, and elsewhere are paying upwards of $4.25, but man, today was a day I’m really glad I rode the bus.
On another “yikes!” moment, I was charge and there were no codes, no RRTs and we didn’t ship a single one off the floor. I’m learning quickly not to say things like, “Hope we don’t have a code tonight.” Or the popular, “I hope it’s a quiet night” Or, “It can’t get any worse.” Both of which were said out loud last week, but not by me. If I had, sure enough, something would have gone down. In light of this, I have been dubbed with a new nickname at work, “Blackcloud Stinkyfinger”.
I hope it doesn’t stink stick.
Go, enjoy what’s left of the weekend!