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So there I am last night driving into that great pagoda of consumerism called Wal-Mart when I spy the price of gasoline, Regular 87 octane, is standing at a mere $2.55/gallon so I diddy-bop on over most PDQ to fill the tank. Once the vital mission of feeding the metal beast is done, I proceed to perform that other modern ritual, hunting for food in the vast aisles of the Wal-Mart jungle. After thirty minutes I doth emerge successful in the hunt and secure my hard won vittles into my metal beast. As I do so, carefully storing them least they spill everywhere, I glance over to where I just fed my steed and notice the price has gone up to $2.59/gallon.
The adage timing is everything still applies.