WHAT’S YOUR PRICE (Part 3)

gas
Let me tell a story on myself. You can tell it was a long time ago – tank full of gas for under $20!

As usual I was in a hurry. I had to get to where I was going so I could start coming back! You have been there, huh? I missed my turn, went too far, looked at the gas gauge. Uck-o! The red light was on. I pulled into the gas station and filled up. The cost: $19.55. I gave Kristina, my almost 14-year-old granddaughter, a twenty dollar bill and told her to go pay. She hurried. While sliding back into the seat, she smiled and said, “He gave me seventy-five cents change.” My car was already in motion; my mind was also. Why seventy-five cents? I was in a hurry. It wasn’t much money. Maybe she got back a penny or two per gallon because of paying cash. No, that couldn’t be. It would make the cashier aggravated if I went back and pointed out the mistake for only thirty cents. Well, I reluctantly decided I had better back up. At least, I was glad I hadn’t already entered the ramp. As I stopped and put the car in reverse, Krissy laughed and said, “He gave me the right change. I just wanted to see how honest you are.”


What did I value? I valued my time, convenience, and responsibility for meeting my appointment. I even valued the time and reputation of the clerk. I didn’t value the 30 cents. In that particular story the money was no temptation. Even if it had been more, I think I would have passed the test. But – Krissy, my darling, don’t give me too much credit. I’ve been awfully close to my price on occasion. I’ll tell one next post.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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6 Responses to WHAT’S YOUR PRICE (Part 3)

  1. judyjourneys says:

    This made me remember a time when my mother said, “There’s a gasoline war going on up the road.” Thinking of guns and shooting, I got scared. Come to find out, two gas stations across from each other were competing for the lowest price. Neither one would go as high as 25 cents per gallon.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I guess that is about the price when I really started noticing the price of gas. I do remember gas wars sometimes. The margin of profit must have been larger than it is now.

  2. Dawn Marie says:

    I remember the day when gasoline reached an all time high of $1 a gallon. Ye, gads! To have that once again, as an all time (now) low, would be loverly!

  3. Faye says:

    I remember when it was 75c a gallon and stayed that way for three straight years. I have it recorded in my drivers log book from the 70’s. Aw Well! Loved your story. Yes being honest in the little things can sometimes be difficult to manage when circumstances are adverse. Glad your granddaughter was such a monitor.

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