I decided this week to let karma do its thing.
As a so called “essential key worker”
last year, married to an actual essential key worker who basically had the p!ss taken out of us throughout. This time the idiocy of the British public can score its own own goal.
I flatly refused to queue for any petrol and instead drove my Clubsport as it should be driven now that most of the tourists have buggered off. Damn it’s good.
If a bunch of idiots who mostly probably don’t actually *need* the fuel they’re spending hours of their life queuing for (wasting god knows how much with stationary engines running) due to panicking over a situation that didn’t exist, but being party to causing a potential catastrophe by selfish stupidity…
Well, once my tank was empty there is no way I can get to work, and owing to shift work no public transport either.
If I don’t go to work then thirty odd lorries carrying “essential goods” aren’t going to run! That might not sound a lot but it’s the entire deliveries for an area covering hundreds of square miles
Unfortunately whilst delivering actual essentials yesterday to my elderly inlaws I passed Tesco and there was absolutely no queue!! Even more strange considering the three nearby Sainsburys stores had closed their forecourts due to running out as had most of the smaller garages.
So, £67 later I’m fully Momentum’d up and ready to serve my adoring public. You’re welcome