Something weird occurred yesterday while performing the normally mundane task of filling up the Camry: We rolled up to the pump, put the window down, popped the latch and, as all Oregonians must do, prayed for service. [Keep in mind, we're the only patron at the moment, itself a rare occasion worth noting.] Eventually, the grunge kid in charge of the pumps sidles up to the window to inform us: "You'll have to wait for a bit. We're changing the prices. Shouldn't be long."
Oooh, is that ever good news? But having watched the station's prices change downward every day for the last week, we knew it would might turn out otherwise, and sure enough, before our very eyes, almost like a Walmart commercial, we watched the digits drop 2 cents a gallon. So the 30-second wait turned into a 30-cent savings. Whee!
Let the good times roll.
P.S.: The price dropped another 2 cents today. There appears to be something of a gas war going on on Northeast Glisan Street. About time.
[Photo via Atom Smasher.]
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