This is a story done for a school assignment about rising gas prices. Its pretty dumb but some of it is kinda funny. I suppose I should disclaimer so I own nothing, etc. etc. Kripke, blah blah, Warner Brothers and so on. There disclaimered. Enjoy.

Gas Prices are Crazy High!

A 1967 black Chevy Impala rumbles into Spike and Angel's Gas Emporium with Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be by AC/DC almost blaring on the radio. Inside are two brothers; the younger one is sleeping. They pull up to a pump and the engine is turned off. The older brother rummages through his wallet and then through his pockets looking for something to pay with. Upon finding nothing, he heaves a huge sigh and turns to his brother in the passenger seat.

"Sam! Sammy! Wake up, Dude!" Dean yells as he shakes his brother awake. He is answered by unintelligible mumbling, followed by a quiet sigh and a soft "What?"

"I need another card."

Now more awake, "What? Why?"

"Cause we need gas and the others are all maxed out."

"I just gave you like three new ones a week ago. They all had a $2500 limit."

"I know. I need another one. So just reach into your purse and get me one."

"Dude! It's not a purse."

"Fine, man-purse."

"Dean! It's a laptop bag. And I still fail to see how you spent $7500 in seven days."

"Sammy, it doesn't matter. All you need to know is I need another card for gas. My baby's almost empty."

"Well you're not getting it until you explain, and it's Sam!"

"Fine, Samantha. In that week we have traveled from Nowheresville, Montana to Thisisatown, Oklahoma. Plus, I had to feed your ginormous ass and, of course, the motels. Happy?!? Now give me a card!"

"First, I don't eat half as much as you; second, we almost always pay cash for food; third, we stay at cheap crappy motels; and fourth, the distance between Montana and Oklahoma is not so great that it would take $7500 worth of gas."

"Okay Mr. Math. Relax. 1,320 miles at $5.30 a gallon is $6,996. Now give me the card."

"$5.30 a gallon?! It's only $4.95."

"My baby only gets premium Sammy. Card, now!"

"Premium? What's wrong with regular or even plus."

"Sam. My baby is a classy lady and she deserves only the best. She has refined tastes."

"It's a car and using regular or plus can't hurt it any more than anything else that's been doen to her."

"It will hurt her physically as well as emotionally. I can't have my baby thinkin' I'm not taking care of her. Plus, dude, it's not our money so stop fussin' and give me a card."

"Its just … getting hard to keep coming up with new names and background information all the time."

"Quit your whining. You know you love it. It stimulates your mind or imagination or whatever. Give me the card already."

"Fine you can be…… Ash Lee Blake."

"Thanks. Geesh, any longer sitting here and they might have called the cops."

"For what? Loitering?"

"No, domestic abuse." *Exits car*

"Insisting on getting premium for $5.30 when regular at $4.95 is just fine. You deserve to be a girl. Ashley Blake, ha."