It is the long and winding road (not from the Beatles) that leads to the gas station in the distance.
This is the craziest, most panic-stricken city I’ve ever lived in. What is wrong with folks who will line up for hours for gas? Poor planning? Fear? Lack of common sense?
Look, there’s evidently not a shortage because the tankers keep coming in and refilling the stations, so it must be the anxiety that is causing people to fill up when they don’t need it, or when they’re down a quarter of a tank.
I’ve got an obnoxious commute, and pass a bunch of stations on the way to work. If one doesn’t have gas in the morning, it usually has gas in the afternoon. And that’s just inside the perimeter, and then just outside it. I’ll bet the prices would go down if people laid off the crazy behavior.