Atlanta has been under a
severe gas shortage since the hurricanes hit the gulf coast two weeks ago. We also have a serious case of
illegal price gouging going on.
Despite the
lift of the high-sulfur gas ban two days ago, gas is still hard to come by. Local news stations have
maps that you can go to and plot when, where, and how much gas was (if there was any) and
message boards where you can bitch about the lack of gas. Many metro-Atlanta residents are succumbing to
the fear and are
topping off their tanks when they aren't anywhere near empty! On tv the other day, there was a woman waiting in line for gas who still had half a tank left. I wanted to reach through the tv and throttle her because
Those People are making this gas shortage worse for the rest of us sane folk.
Last Thursday, I lucked out and filled my running-on-empty tank after only having to wait in line for 5 minutes. Today, though, I haven't been quite as lucky. I have enough gas in my car to get me to work tomorrow and probably enough to get me back home again, but I'd be pushing it. This evening, I drove past 7 different gas stations on my way home from work (even going a bit out of my way for some of them), and couldn't find any gas. I've checked the maps online. I've called gas stations this evening. Everyone that I can get in touch with is out of gas. If I wake up in the middle of the night and *then* go search for gas, I can miss the long 2+ hour lines. But the problem of actually
finding a gas station that has gas still remains.
I've already warned my supervisor that I probably won't be at work tomorrow. I think I'm the first gas-shortage casualty in the office, which isn't surprising considering my 45+ minute commute every morning and afternoon, sitting idly on GA400 while my gas burns into the atmosphere. My weekend plans have dissolved as I carefully calculate how much gas Dustin and I have and whether we can grab bookshelves from
watchmebe AND go see
Furries vs. Klingons bowling on Saturday evening and still have enough gas to attend the family birthday party (bowling!) on Sunday. Who knows if we can manage a 5-minute-out-of-the-way stop at Petsmart to get more cat litter, or if
the stray cat Fin will have to pee on newspapers.
It's an inconvenience, but thankfully, I have a job where I can work from home and errands that can be run on other days. I just hope that Atlanta residents will learn from this and will realize that we cannot be this dependent on gas forever. This could be much, much worse.