Gas

Hey, Brits – don't fookin' tell me to stop complaining about the price of gas.

Tell me how much more you pay. Sure.

Tell me how lucky I am that I don't have to pay that much. Right.

But don't tell me not to bitch about what I do pay.

Because, see, when I'm paying half a buck more for a gallon than I was two weeks ago, that burns me, and it would burn me just as much even if you were paying twice what you're paying. When a tank of gas costs six or seven dollars more than it did two weeks ago, that burns me, and it would burn me just as much even if you were paying three times what you're paying.

Because, see, when I'm buying gas with my money it doesn't matter to me if your gas is three times as much, your house is on fire, your kids are ugly (which they probably are) and your dog just died.

Because, see, you're not paying for my gas.

When you start paying for my gas, then talk to me about not bitching any more.

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