Ode to High Prices

To Lighten the Mood

It's up again, the price of gas No recourse seen, must pay, alas The nice cashier, it's not her fault Many blame her, she fears assault
She only earns minimum wage And sighs when faced with such outrage So please don't blame the kindly clerk Don't yell at her and go berserk
It's frustrating, I do concede It feels like a vile case of greed So where does all the money go? If you find out, please let me know!

Comments

Anonymous said…
In deed. My new job is twice as far as my old one. It came with quite a decent raise and I'm almost back to looking for a second job now so that I can pay to get to work. So very wrong.

The Lumpy
Marti said…
Hi Lumpy, Thanks for stopping by!

It is very wrong indeed. I sure don't have any answers, can only hope it gets better soon.

Best wishes to you - hope you have a lovely holiday!
Anonymous said…
Very cute poem Marti!! You should print out a copy and take it to your local gas station... I'm sure they'd like it too!
Marti said…
{{blushing}} Aw shucks, thank you.

I might just do that! It was a lovely lady I see almost every day who inspired it - I bet she WOULD get a kick out of it!

Thank you!

Hope you have a lovely weekend!
Anonymous said…
Very nice. I agree. I'm sure that the poor gas station workers can hardly afford to get to the gas station themselves. It's not like they have any say in the gas prices! What a thoughtful blogger you are Miss Marti!
Anonymous said…
I love it! I got gas today for the first time since the price jump. Ack! I thought of the poor gas clerks and how many times they have probably heard the same comments about the expensive gas. I was extra nice to the girl when I paid for my gas.
Marti said…
Thank you Buffie and Colleen.

Feel free to print this off and give to your favorite clerk.

I did! (thanks for the suggestion, Suzie)

Best wishes to everyone!
Anonymous said…
Haha.. this was funny. Good one! :-)
Anonymous said…
Thanks for finding humor in a rotten situation! Gas prices are so high here, it makes me wanna cry!
Anonymous said…
I paid $50 to put less than 16 gallons in my van. We are rethinking all of our driving - mind you, not vacations, but the football games and Tournament of Band competitions that our kids will be playing in. Some of them are up to two hours away.

And yup, good poem. I would never attack (verbally or otherwise) a clerk. I have found that those of us pumping have been grousing together about it. A guy with a motorcycle complained about it taking $13 to fill his tank, to which I asked how far it would take him. He got a look of "oh, yeah" and said about 200 miles. So now I'm askin' myself how much those things cost.
Anonymous said…
I actually saw this on a photo of a sign at a gas station on one of those funny sign sites.

I'm glad I just moved. I was driving at least an hour to work. Looks like I moved just in time.
Anonymous said…
Great poem, Marti! I'm going to print it out and send it to my folks. I think they'll get a kick out of it as I've heard them going on and on about gas prices.

It hasn't hit NYC yet as most of us don't drive. But I've heard that they are going to hike up cab fare soon. EEESH!

Hope you are having a good weekend anyway.
Marti said…
Glad this helped folks smile!

Prices are down a smidge here, I hope they continue to fall!

Thank you for all of the comments.

My apologies for not responding sooner.
Anonymous said…
I love the cartoon. Great poem too.

It's good that there are people working to help the animals. I'm sure many evacuees were just sick about leaving their pets.

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