Who's the dufus now?
His teeny tiny car rolled to a stop at the light, pulling up next to my Jeep Grand Cherokee. I looked down at him and smirked. What a dorky looking car. My Jeep could roll over it without slowing down. Seriously, he shouldn't gain any weight; he wouldn't be able to get into it. I looked down at my steering wheel and giggled at my own joke. And that's when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was looking up at me and laughing.
Sure I can fit my two kids, two strollers, multiple diaper bags, toys,diapers, snacks, and anything else we could possibly need into my greatbig SUV. Sure I feel extra safe on the road. Sure I could drive onlittle back-roads if I ever felt the urge to really test the 4-wheeldrive.
BUT...
I spend upward of $10 on gas a day. (Yes. A DAY) These days thepump clicks off at the predetermined limit ($75) before my tank isfull. And I've seriously started taking into account where I'm going tobe at any given time. It really is worth my while to sit myself down ata coffee shop to work for the morning
rather than go home and come back, even with a $4 cup of coffee taken into account.
I'd trade in my beloved Jeep for a sleeker more gas efficient car, but no dealership would take it. And even if we could find someone to take it off our hands, no one would give us any money in exchange. The price of a gallon of gas hit $4 and over night I found myself in possession of a worthless hunk of gas guzzling metal.
The light turned green and he sped off with a last smirk in my direction. I thought for a moment of speeding after him to, I dunno, intimidate him with my sheer size and wipe the smile off his face for a minute, or something, but right at that moment my gas light went off and instead I had to pull into a nearby Chevron station. $4.59 for regular. Ouch. I bet he doesn't have to fill his tank more than once a month.
Originally posted at Silicon Valley Moms Blog.
Rose also blogs at It's my life... and The Lemonade Stand.
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