When I first received my driver’s license back in the days when I had a thick head of hair and had to start paying for my own gasoline, it was 55.9 cents per gallon. I remember that distinctively as I saw my hardearned money rolling away as the numbers on the pump spun rapidly like the wheels of a slot machine.
If that isn’t slow-motion compared to today.
At about the same time, my girlfriend and I could go out to dinner and have a great, full meal at a nice place for about $15 – tip included.
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