So it goes.

Last night, here in our city (which Nichole tells me I can’t name for security reasons), the craziness over the hunt for gasoline hit a new low.

At one gas station, Person A cut in front of Person B, so Person B shot Person A.

At another station, Person C beat up Person D with a baseball bat over who was next in line for fuel.

At a third station, Persons E through J were all in car accidents because they parked in the highway waiting for the fuel truck to arrive at the station.

And at a final station, Person K (whose car broke down) was given a ride by Person L to the station but Attendent A wouldn’t let Person K fill their 1-gallon tank because only one person from each vehicle could buy fuel.

So it goes.

I feel like Bruce Springsteen should write a song about this situation…