Strange days indeed
So. I made a stop this morning to get petrol for my hoopty so I could make it to work.
I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even look at the price anymore. Because it gives me a pain. I just pull up, put the nozzle in the tank, swipe my card and fill ‘er up.
So I was idly hanging about, checking email while the tank filled when I noticed.
One dollar and ninety nine cents!?!?!??!
I need a neck brace for all the whiplash! It was, what, two, three months ago that I had to take out a loan promising my life and any future offspring to the Gods of Petrol just to get enough gas in the tank to get to work?
And now, it’s at a rate lower than I think I’ve ever seen it since I moved here eleven years ago.
Wow.
So then. As I drove in to work, I started to ponder.
All those freight carriers. They were adding a “fuel surcharge” to my orders to get them to me.
Have they lowered or eliminated those?
The airlines were bumping up rates for high fuel charges. Am I seeing a fare reduction?
And plastic materials. Their price was up because of the rising costs of petroleum. Have they lowered their prices?
Ha! Doubtful.
And then I was ticked off.
Not a good way to start my Friday.
One of my very sweet employees, noting my rough mood, offered me a slice of coffee cake. Which I accepted.
These economic times are weird.
And I know I can expect that fuel won’t stay at this gloriously low rate for long.
Strap in people. Bumpy road ahead.
