The Last Drop of Gasoline

Got to save something

   The oil wells are going dry. Once again the gas prices are too high. Everyone is searching high and low for new gasoline resources. Even with the oil left overs in the rain forest, we scrounge for some more. We look to the South and the East at the enemies. We look at the North where plenty of the land remains untouched.

   People have been too ignorant to learn their lesson. We have brought species to and near extinction. Nearly all of the trees are gone because we have been greedy with those as well. We keep taking and taking.

  While we steal, we leave garbage behind. Junk is planted and we grow cancer. People that we do not know bathe, get food, and drink from these waters. A water that was pure until we tainted it.

   No remorse. Apparently, there is no guilt. These people are left for dead. A tribe that is unknown? Who will notice if they were wiped out? A few species are gone; nobody will notice a group of humans.

   The searching and drilling carried on. What land will be next, Alaska perhaps? The neighbors look at the Northern region as well. It is not for the reason to maybe to learn to build an igloo or make a lamp out of animal fat.

   Soon that resource was gone as well. All sights have set upon the next neighbor up North. To think Canada was there for cheap drugs, pot, and pirated air waves. Oil must be brought in from our Canadian neighbors. What good would that bring? What was in it for them?

   In lands where there was no more oil, reside poor people. They were promised jobs and good money. That promise was broken. What made anyone think that they would not be ripped off?

   We try to get the upstairs tenant to give us a chance. Neighbors from all around get into the social activity as well. Reluctantly, they said yes. It would never be understood why such a decision was made. The government understood why, nobody else did.

    By now the earth has been sucked dry of all the oil resources. There was only one drop of it left. The only drop was in the North. Everyone was after this piece of territory. People were fighting over this little region. Residence just stood back and watched the fight happen. This land was untouched by human hands. Hardly any wild life roamed there. No tribes thrived. There was nothing to ruin.

   After the quarrel, it had come down to a vote. The Canadians had voted to let America drill for oil on the land. News had spread through the United States like a wild fire. Almost immediately, we started drilling.

   Jobs were given. The pay was fair but not too great. For a while we drilled. It seemed to be an eternity. As the ground was dug into, the oil supply quickly dwindled.

   Everyone wondered when there was going to be more gas supplied. More gas stations closed. Car pooling was on the rise. Bicycle sales had reached peak levels. There was also a need for horses.

   Gas stations kept closing one by one. More cars were left on the side of the road. Traffic jams became an unfamiliar term. Soon there was once gas station left. The price was so high, nobody could buy anymore. The security at the last station was unbelievable. There had to be some kind of prevention of people driving off without paying.

   Around the time it looked like there was no more gas, fences were put up. It looked like a penitentiary. Guards that were stationed there threatened to shoot whoever dared to steal. Soon, nobody arrived to the lone gas station. Nobody even came to get a snack.

   Eventually, oil was struck. The Canadian vein was only pumped for so long. The oil was sucked dry within moments. Only a few gallons had filled a barrel.

   The first ones to make this discovery were in shock. Some of the people working had walked off the site. The ones left over would be facing the music. There was nowhere else to drill. Nobody to be mad at. Who would have known how much of the earths blood was left over?

   The barrel was loaded onto the truck. It was shipped to the last gas station. People had gathered from all over to watch the lone barrel to make its arrival. A wave of disappointment overwhelmed the carrier. Nobody was to get gas that day.  There was only enough to fill a car by someone who could afford it.

   One day, a man had puttered along into the gas station. He had two horses and with these horses was an old tank of a car. One would guess that it was built sometime during the 70’s.

   He came through the chain link fence to the gas pump. Onlookers were shocked that he had the gumption to go past the guards. Even the guards gawked at him. They didn’t even point their weapons at him. They were all stunned. How could anyone with that type of car afford the fuel to keep it going?

   The man popped open the door for the gas. He pulled the nozzle from the gas pump. He slid the nozzle into the tank. After fishing for a debit car, he stuck it into the slot.

   Permission was granted to buy the gas. The last of the gas was poured into the humungous tank. Everyone watched the digits flicker higher. They watched the unflinching expression on the guys face. Within ten minutes he had every drop. He hung up the nozzle and set his horses free. Then he hopped into this tank of his.

   The car was then fired up. It let out a deep thunderous growl. The eyes of the spectators widened with awe. The tires spun and the dust flew. The behemoth was off and it was not slowing down. If people were not so shocked, something would have been done.

   Nothing was done to stop this man. He sped across the land. The magnificent beast had guzzled the gas as it accelerated. Then the car flew off a cliff. It must have been a suicide mission; the guy did not jump out of his car. People ran toward this maniac as the car plummeted toward the ground.

   Thunder had come up from the ground. Black smoke billowed into the sky. A few curses and shrieks had followed soon after. In almost as instant, there was footage of the disaster broadcasted across the globe.

   Some mentally deranged man had used a gas guzzler to take the last bit of gasoline and drove the car off a cliff. He had started saving money and used his entire life savings to buy every last drop. He was just someone who was sick of everything. Sick of people wasting everything and of people complaining of the side effects of their greed.

   This man was the last person to ever use gasoline.   

 

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

I like your social rant here. Interesting stuff! You make Good points and you make them well.

[Jennifer]

Thank-you, my friend! Now I am interested to re-read this; I think it's interesting to read things I wrote before and after college.

[Ballpark Frank]

You're young then! I wish I was a little past college age. 😁

[Yaooooooo]

Cigarates and gasonline...LOL>...
Very well written.
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