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
The Lumpy
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!
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!
Feel free to print this off and give to your favorite clerk.
I did! (thanks for the suggestion, Suzie)
Best wishes to everyone!
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.
I'm glad I just moved. I was driving at least an hour to work. Looks like I moved just in time.
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.
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.
It's good that there are people working to help the animals. I'm sure many evacuees were just sick about leaving their pets.