Filling and Unfilling

When I leave my home, which I do less and less often these days, it seems I am entering a gigantic classroom where I am taught things. Today, for example, I learned a valuable lesson. I left my town and drove by signs showing gas at $1.29.9 per litre at every station, bound for a bigger city where I hoped prices would be less. They were. I drove past a few stations and settled on the cheapest I could find – $1.22.6. I filled up. And this is where I apparently made my critical error. I went into the store for a quick pee. I didn’t think I was in there that awfully long but when I came back out to my car, it was to discover that the price had dropped to $1.19.8. By my calculations, it cost me $1.40 for that pee break. No dummy me, in future I will always empty my bladder before I fill my tank.

©2019 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.