Sticker shock

I was on a run today, on my usual route, when I happened to glance up at a sign at a gas station. The decimal point in the price had been misplaced, so it looked like this: $43.9. It made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I had to wonder if I was looking into our future. After all, there was a time when $2.50 a gallon was high. At this rate, I will be riding my bike to the gym, which would kind of defeat the purpose of having one to avoid the heat and the rain. It made me wonder though, how high it has to go before I really cut back driving.

Lesson learned: I need a moped.