Why is it that the fastest airline route from Knoxville to Seattle goes through Dallas? I mean, I can see going through Denver or some other large city that’s sort of on the way, but Dallas? Some of the other choices were Chicago, Pittsburgh, and even Los Angeles. None made any sense to me.
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The gas station nearest my house ran out of fuel last Friday, priced at $4.99/gal. This morning, they had fuel — at $3.99/gal. It’s still no great bargain, but you can’t convince me that all the refineries closed for Saturday’s hurricane are magically back online, having piped their product some 800 miles already. No, there was something else at play this weekend.
That said, my Weigels was still 50-60 cents per gallon cheaper than other stations along the turnpike this morning. Gamma had stopped in Weigels last night to buy milk on her way home, and she said it was the saddest, lonliest place (on their fourth day with no fuel to sell).
I think that frustration over gas prices has had at least one positive effect on people: cars seem more courteous, giving a thumbs-up (and plenty of room) as they pass.