Wednesday I was in Tempe for work and to get in some much needed shopping and city time--yeah I am still trying to adjust to living in the middle of no where. When we stopped to get gas the sign said $3.35/ gallon but when we filled up it only charged us $2.35/ gallon. Yeah I know $2/gallon what a steal, so obviously with our greedy oil tycoons there had to be a mistake, so I went into the store and told the guy that we were only charged $2.35 instead of $3.35 (I thought that I had explained it perfectly several times but the poor guy was Chinese and kept saying I don't understand. I tried several different ways to let him know he was practically giving gas away, and he didn't seem to believe me. At first I couldn't believe my eyes either because I haven't seen gas prices that low for years. Finally he said OK I'll have someone look at it to get rid of me and left it at that) Never in my life has doing the right thing been such a chore, but I at least tried my best--poor guy BUT YEAH FOR ME CHEAP GAS. The day only got better from there. I got free Target gift cards from work and found jeans on sale for under $5.00 so I went on a shopping spree and didn't have to spend any of my own money, and then Tim got called by his old boss asking for his help to hit some deadlines--woo hoo $$$$$. Oh happy day. Oh and if that silly goof still hasn't figured out his gas is priced wrong it was the gas station on the corner of kyrene and eliot--go check the pumps for fun who knows you might get lucky.
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