$1.75/L!! are you kidding me!

I watched March of the Penguins for the first time the other day and it reminded me of something I see more and more often when out and about.

The penguins’ is a proud march for love and specie’s survival. Unlike the -62 °C (-80 °F) temperatures that the Penguins face, the humans I see are enduring the humiliating march to the service station after running out of petrol.

When I was driving my car more [I've been taking the bus most of the time, lately] I would sometimes run out of money and, soon later, petrol. I always hated having to walk along carrying that jerrycan with every passing car looking at me [seemingly]

So the other day, while I was waiting at the bus stop I saw the latest victim of high oil prices. Poor bastard.

I can see a car pulled over some 300 meters away. At least he’s not too far from the servo.

I know it’s not really that big of a deal. You ran out of petrol? – So what? But that’s easy for the people driving past to say. Snickering, I imagine, from their sufficiently filled vehicle. Perhaps some of the drivers are looking down to a fuel gauge under the 1/4 tank mark, the needle nearing that dreaded E.

Even worse still, maybe some are experiencing the gripping fear and uncertainty of the low fuel light being on. I secretly hope so. Makes me feel more at ease taking the bus.