Dear Gas Prices

Dear Gas Prices,

WOAH, calm down there. I mean, who are you mad at? Why must you insist on rising one day- the day I just so happen to have an empty tank and need to shell out 65 bucks to refill my poor car- and lower another day- the day I just so happen to have a full gas tank? Now, I don't know who bullied you as a kid or what made you so bipolar, but you need to stop making everyone miserable. Go to a psychiatrist, punch your pillow at night, but for goodness sakes it is too expensive to keep putting up with your little tantrums.

Look at the stats, woman. The price of you rose 50 cents from the beginning of February to the end! Did you break up with your boyfriend, or something? Fifty cents! That may not sound like a lot, but multiply 50 cents by the sixteen or so gallons it takes to fill up the old Jeep, and that'll cost an extra $8! My job does not pay me well enough to continuously spend an extra $8 every week and a half/two weeks. That still doesn't sound like a lot but that isn't my point. You're constantly on the news for being expensive; it's a wonder how people don't just toss their own vehicles to the side and take public transportation. At least we have it easier in America, I hear you are up to $8/ gallon over in Europe. What's with that? And let's not even bring up the 70's, or this letter would never end.

I cannot continue to sit idly by while you wreak havoc on the world. Get it together, Gas. Make up with your little friend Money, build a bridge, and get over it. Whenever you two fight, it just isn't good for anybody. 

Sincerely,

Everyone and Their Mother