Are you there, God? It's me, the NTD.
Where the hell is all the gasoline in Asheville, Lord? I found only one station that was selling - and you could spot it a half mile away, with fifty cars backed up on either side of it. Multiple policemen were present in order to keep the peace.
It would be less frustrating, except that I am assured that the pumps are flowing freely elsewhere.
Any divine intervention would be much appreciated.
Your arrogant little American daughter currently residing in a western North Carolina gulag,
NTD
P.S. Really, God, it's just the PMS and an empty gas tank talking here. I will be working on resuming my gratefulness for every breath and restoring my sense of awe as I ponder the infinite beauty and wondrous glory of the universe shortly, I promise.
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