I wonder if we’ll return to that groovy idea from the 1970s: odd and even gas-buying days, based on your license plate.
It looks like the bug owner is being refused gas because his plate ends with a 5.
The 70’s mess was because we were running out of the oil we now know we’re drowning in
HAHA! I remember that real well.
And guess what? The Canadians set up shop in the area where I lived and sold, sold, SOLD, gas at low prices. There was NO rationing at their stations.
Funny thing. I see a couple of Mexican gas stations here where I now live. Havent noticed the prices though. Not paying attention. My bad.