And This Was the Self-Serve

Stopped by Tiffany's Jewel & Fuel last night to pick up a 3.5 carat diamond-encrusted something-or-other and fill up the tank. The purveyor was handsome, but I think he took advantage of me as I was vulnerable. I managed to snap a picture of him, just as I pulled away. Isn't he luxurious?

I think I pulled a hamstring bending over for THAT one.

Here's the thing. Earlier that evening, I went to great lengths to avoid the $5.00 parking garage for dinner and found parking on the street. I grew up where you simply did not pay for such things. I believe complimentary asphalt is somewhat of a birthright.

But I'll apathetically splurge on gas. Why? It must be that I work from home, so I spend much less on gas per month than the poor sods who commute every day.

My father bemoaned the cost of asparagus but wouldn't think twice about losing a couple hundred bucks at the Black jack table.

Does anyone else out there wanna fess up to wacky priorities when it comes to the green?