Well, you'd never guess of course, but I do have a flair for the dramatic.
I pull up to the gas pump of my local GrocCon (that's what we call the wee local shops of our little outports that stock just about everything - from hammers to towels to milk to gas) and there is a sign outside:
"SORRY NO GAS.""WTF?!", I ask him as I pick up my mail and drop off client packages.
"Well," he sez, "My gas delivery man tells me it is too expensive to fill up his truck to ship gas all the way out here so he stopped a couple of weeks ago."
"What's going to happen now?" I ask him.
"I tried a few more independents and they all say there's no profit in it for any of them. We've been selling gas here since 1925. Imagine! First time the pump has run dry."
I felt a frisson. One of those pesky geese running over my grave.
And felt lucky I drive one of those tiny cars - where I get 700km for 40 litres of gas which is now $1.40 per. While USians are paying $5/gall.
Pundits are saying the price will drop one more time and then head for the stratosphere.
The future is here. And we're not ready.
Tell me I'm a drama queen.