Gas Vampires

Over the last couple weeks, I like many other Atlantans had to really put forth the effort to find gas. It wasn't until this past Monday that it really hit home for me.

I have to give props to my man for letting those primal "hunter-gather" instincts kick in. Rich has been a great sport, and quite accomplished at finding gas when most gas stations were dry 99% of the time.

My car was down to 3/4 and since I had to make the cross-town Alpharetta-Kennesaw trek on Tuesday night for class I decided I would go out and look for gas. At 11:00 p.m. Three days prior this was the way to go! Smart drivers were crawling out from the protection of their suburban (and urban) dwellings to search for gas like cockroaches searching for food...or vampires for blood. It is October after all!

Apparently, the secret was out, along with me and many, many other desperate drivers. Well, I wasn't desperate. I guess I could be classified as one of those people who were causing the gas shortage by "topping off" their tank. Yeah, whatever.

I weaved my way through Alpharetta and Johns Creek only to pull up to the BP on Haynes Bridge near The Varsity, at what can only be described as a ridonkulous line! A very nice man in front of me had hoofed his way to the station and back and told me they had 40 minutes left of gas. I was sitting at the 2-hour point. Nice.

I didn't really need gas all that bad anyway...even after burning an eighth of my tank searching. The good news is I chatted with my cousin for 45 minutes and that help passed the time. My heart was running a little low on family connections, and she helped top it off!