Hello, hello! It’s Friday, Friday, everybody loves Friday! Anybody else remember that song? Nope? Just me?
Knowing that I definitely wouldn’t make it to work, back home, then to a gas station the next morning, I had to go back home right then to get my purse, then get gas, then go into work. I ended up getting there super late. One thing that stinks about living so far out is that you’re not just right around the corner from a gas station. It probably took an extra 30 minutes to get to work.
Can you relate to any of these? Which kind of gas person are you?
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