The clock struck 6:00 and it was time to go home from work after a very long week. I packed up my things and made my way through the warm 70? weather to my car. It’s such a good feeling leaving work until your stabbed in the eyes with a painful light — the infamous “gas light.”
Gas in rochester is higher than any other place I’ve ever been. It’s painful. I am a poor college student who drives an SUV; some may say this is double jeopardy. Sometimes when that blaring light strikes my eyes it looks like a negative dollar sign.