I paid myself back today with some good luck to make up for some bad luck earlier in the week. I filled up in hometown Eunice last Tuesday afternoon on the eve of taking off for San Antonio and paid $2.12 a gallon. I knew gas was cheaper in other places, but I didn’t realize just how much. The next day as I set out on my trip, I got no farther than 25 miles down the road where I found gas over 20 cents cheaper than what I paid in Eunice. I kicked myself for not waiting, of course, noting how continually cheap the gas was all the way along I-10 toward Houston, where I started noticing prices in the $1.70 range. Assuming those prices were “Texas prices,” I held off my next refill until I got closer to “Empty” on the fuel gauge and closer to San Antonio. But alas, the fill-up 60 miles east of San Antonio cost me $1.95 a gallon. Sure, cheaper than back home, but I regretted passing all those stations from Beaumont to the other side of Houston. I resolved to do better on the return trip home.
So today, I waited until I got past Houston and pulled off at a familiar Baytown stop-over that has convenient off and on access. I had been seeing $1.60′s on lots of stations all the way through Houston, so I figured that’s what I’d find at the Baytown Travel Plaza.
Lo and behold, it was $1.57! I tanked with joy.
Gosh, I remember a time when I thought $1.57 was outrageous. And now, it ‘s a find? Hmmph, but with the economists starting to warn us that we should be alarmed about deflation’s dubious indication about the stability of the economy, maybe I should wish gas still cost over $3.00 per gallon?
I’ll worry about that another day, because today I am happy. Wondering how my Baytown find compared up and down the road, I checked to compare prices all the way home, and sure enough, $1.57 was the best deal in 400+ miles. Ah, yes, today’s little blessing!