The last time I drove to town, I filled up with gas as $3.35 a gallon. Today, it's $3.85. What happened?
Note to whoever was driving the minivan that almost got crushed to a road smear right in front of my face today: you can't play chicken with a tractor-trailer. Even if you win, you lose.
Wait, where did that hookah bar come from? And where did the locksmith go? And what is a hookah bar doing in a small Ohio town on the edge of Appalachia?