The Pink Shoe Diaries

would it be too cliché if i blogged about gas?

oh well.

this morning i went to a gas station where if you pay in cash you get 3 cents off each gallon, which I know is not alot but i am pinching gas pennies where i can since i drive 50 miles each day just to get to work and back. i only had a 20 dollar bill on me so i just put that amount in my tank.

um, yeah. $20 got me HALF a TANK. and i drive a SMALL CAR. two doors. small wheels, tiny engine. come on now.

and earlier this year , i could fill the whole tank for $17.

so i am contemplating this sad fact as I drove down Rt 128 this morning, or rather, sat in traffic on Rt 128. and as i was sitting, listening to Madonna, i noticed a sign hanging from the bridge above the highway. it was neon orange paint on a white sign so it was sort of difficult to read in the bright morning sun.

"Deiceo's Need To Be Wacked".

at first i thought "Deiceo" was someone's last name and i was like "that's kind of an ill sentiment to express to the thousands of morning commuters, especially since we don't even know who this "Deiceo" is" . not to mention the horrendous grammar.

but as i drove closer I saw what it really said

"Oil Ceo's Need To Be Wacked"

this time i forgave the horrendous grammar and had myself a good ol' laugh.

thank you, anonymous hoodlums. you made my morning.