I just got a phone call from my dad. He was supposed to come down from Marietta (about 40 miles away) to have lunch with me tomorrow. But no go.
"I don't think I'll be able to make it for lunch tomorrow," he began the conversation. There was a tense note in his voice; he spoke tersely. Something was wrong.
"Oh, no!" I said. "Why not?"
"I can't find any gas."
Apparently stations are out all over Atlanta. He waited in line for forty minutes, but the Exxon ran out of gas before he could get to the pump. He said he'll come down if he can find a station with gas. I guess that means I'm having lunch at home...
Me, I'm not worried about gas. I bought groceries yesterday, so I don't need to drive anywhere for two weeks. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I have enough to last a few weeks even if I were driving. And I'd be getting biodiesel anyway. I'd have to go check, but something tells me Rob's biodiesel tank is probably still full.
Monday, September 22, 2008
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