As we headed out of Philly, we realized we had not eaten a cheesesteak! So we stopped and got one for breakfast. I'm glad we tried it, but it really isn't all that. I don't know what the big hoopla is all about!
So many of our Florida friends complain about gas prices - "what did you pay for gas last?" and "where do you go for it?" seem to be asked a lot. I never pay attention - the thing is - I have to have it. I can't just not buy it because it is expensive. I did notice after all the talk that one place south of our house is usually a few cents more than the one we normally go to. But when it is 20 gallons and 3 cents extra per gallon, I will pay the 60 cents if I happen to be right there and I am getting low. 60 cents is less than the price of an apple - and how many people have thrown away an apple because it went bad before they ate it? Seriously people! Find another thing to bitch about!
And since all the talk - I took a picture of gas prices in the middle of nowhere south of Philly - $4.29 for the good stuff. I think I pay $3.90. I wonder if the northern folks complain more?
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