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The $43 Tank of Gas

Friday 09/02/2005 7:03 AM

With New Orleans and all, I expected gas to be expensive, but what surprised me was the panic buying. Candy and I drove around town last nite with Sheriff in the car looking for a gas station that didn't have bags over their pumps. Imagine our surprise when we discovered that one of the few places in town still with gas was Mike's Beer Barn, right near the Florida State campus.

The first time around, the pump stopped at $10 and I figured that was how they still had gas. But a quick check with the wiry, long-haired, bespectacled attendant confirmed he thought I said only ten dollars. So after the second verse, the grand total was $43.01 for filling up Candy's car.

When I was waiting the credit card machine to spit out my receipt, I asked him how it was they had gas when everybody else seemed to be out and he looked up from the lime he was carefully cutting into wedges and announced in a gleeful voice to the handful of customers in the store, "Because we're the best $#!&*% gas station in town!"

As I signed my receipt, he started handing out lime wedges to his fellow employees and a woman standing next to me said, "It's because you just filled your tank up with beer."

I smiled at her and said, "Whatever!" and walked out the door just as the guys behind the counter cheered each other and downed their slugs of beer from their bottles and plastic cups.

File Under: Hurricane Katrina; Life Happening
Music: Scorpio Rising "Thunderball"

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