My gas tank was empty. Not just in the red but almost below it. It was so empty that I was getting worried that I might not make it to the next street corner.

And yet, from the time I left the 40 to the time I got home, every gas station that I encountered was absolutely swamped with cheapskates that were willing to line up for 10-15 minutes just to save 6 cents per liter of gas. I’m always amazed that some people are willing to waste that much time for 2-3 dollars. It’s not like the West Island is famous for the hardships of its inhabitants who have to live paycheck to paycheck.

Finally the last gas station posted a price of 99.9 c/l and was absolutely empty. Although it was the first time that I ever paid $60 for a fill-up.