When my co-counsel and I landed on Tuesday morning, our commercial airline flight came in through one of those surprising Summer squall thunderstorms that deserts seem to provide for reasons I fail to completely understand. They have a gasoline crisis here, because a pipeline failed to function as pipelines ought to do. As near as I can figure, they have no "anti-gouging" statutes here, and prices of everything seem to have skyrocketed accordingly. My rental car was priced at roughly double what it might have been, though I was able to negotiate to get one of those "green" hybrid Toyotas to drive. I figure that if I'm going to pay, I should get something quirky and weird.
Sometimes I wonder if I don't keep hunting for some solar powered car to drive me through a wave of people who charge 3 dollars a gallon when misfortune sets in.
But then I wonder if a Diet Coke might not be in order next.
