Quick Anecdote from this Last Weekend

We drove in my Yaris down to tamidon's mother's place in Greenwich CT and back. tamidon had scoped out the drive on some splufty wonderful website which finds the cheapest gasoline near your route, and it determined that the Pilot station off I-84's Exit 1 in Massachusetts was the cheapest. By far.

So as we drive down, she reminds me of this, but I remind her that the Yaris is not the Forester, and that we have enough fuel for the trip down and back, with noodling errand fuel to spare. So we continue on.

And sure enough, on the ride back, my fuel gauge indicated that we were indeed running low as we approached the Pilot station, so we pulled off to get gas (under $4/gallon!). As I was pumping, an SUV pulled in behind me and did likewise.

Of course, I finished first. I looked at the amount of fuel I'd just bought and said, "Excellent! Better than 44 miles per gallon on this tank!"

The SUV driver looked up, and stammered out, "In that thing?"

"Yup!"

And I smugly returned to driving us homeward.

Perhaps I was being a jerk, but hopefully I was a jerk who imparted a lesson.