Damn! I filled up my gas tank two days ago, and here I go again!
OK, maybe it was not two days ago, but it sure seems like it. It feels like I'm always at the pump, bending it like Beckham for the oil companies. Sometimes, I get the sneaking suspicion that gnomes are siphoning gas out of my car at night. I guess it doesn't help that I drive a big American sofa-on-wheels; that thing drinks gasoline even when it's turned off!
So I decided today that Fridays will be the days I go pay my dues to the Petrol gods. It will be just like going to church; I have to do it once a week on the same day, but for the remaining six days I can put it out of my mind and pretend it doesn't exist.
I am also going to start keeping track of how much gasoline I use, how much it costs me, and how many [or how few] miles per gallon my white behemoth manages to yield.
Did I mention I'm a masochist?
I don't have any stats for today, but I did fill up the tank and reset my trip odometer. Next week I will have miles per gallon, miles for the week, and dollars spent for the fill. I use this car almost exclusively for commuting, so it will be easy to keep track of these numbers.
To ease the pain of this exercise, I am also going to buy one Lotto ticket and one Mega Millions ticket with each fill. I figure this way, I can at least daydream of the day when I can buy enough shares of Exxon-Mobil to get a good dividend return and pay for the cost of my petrol.
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