Last night after dinner I was sitting around just really hoping something would change, and I was particularly focused on gas prices. After all, that is about all anyone is talking about these days. On my way home from some business in town I noticed that my favorite gas stop had gone to $4.02… sigh… they did pretty well, holding it below four bucks, but they finally succumbed. I was really bummed, so you can imagine how hard I was hoping for some change.
Can you believe that? Me? I know, it’s a good thing my Dad doesn’t read my blog, because he always said “Brother, if you want something to change you’re going to have to get off your ass and change it, because sitting there hoping isn’t going to do it.” Or something like that, I don’t remember. He said stuff like that about 40 years ago, and back then I wasn’t listening very hard. Yeah, I had to reinvent the wheel. Come to think of it, I had a Che shirt, a Harley, and a dope pipe then too. Not much culture change the past 40 years, eh? Or are they just reinventing the wheel?
But this hope thing is actually a pretty attractive idea, so last night, when nobody was looking (my Sweetie was watching “John and Kate +8″) I gave that hope thing a good shot. Hope. Gas Prices. Change. Hope. Gas Prices. Change. No, I didn’t go “Ooooommmmbaaaaamaaa”. That’d be creepy.
Well, this morning on my way in to town I drove by my favorite gas stop again and damn! that sign had changed!
$4.05
So, sue me. I’m just a rookie at this hopey changey thing, and I don’t know how to steer it yet. Guess that’s why we need the Obamessiah, you think?
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