Last week, my effort to attend to the moment caused me to notice the sign offering gasoline at $4.09 a gallon. This morning, once again waiting for the bus, I put the Blackberry aside, looked up and saw the same sign announcing a $3.84 per gallon price.
"Wow," I thought. "Better get over there after work and top off my tank while the price is so low."
And that brings me to two observations.
First, the one-week price drop of 25 cents is what in my youth bought a whole gallon of gas. Of course, that was back when we all walked barefoot in the snow 20 miles to school. But still, it's pretty stunning to think about.
And second, how quickly I have reset my definition of "acceptable," and even "low," in our new economic reality.
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