From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The midday sun glares off the mirrored lenses of my oversized sunglasses as I stare at the gas station sign, stomach churning at the sight of $2.27 a gallon; every cent counts now that the prices are climbing. Everywhere I look, girls in layered chiffon and Ugg boots are crowding the sidewalk, looking so "scene" it makes my head spin, while the headlines about summer rebels only add to the tightening in my chest. I hurried past the theater to dodge the crowd for *The 40-Year-Old Virgin*, but even the laughter echoing from the lobby couldn't distract me from the mounting dread of tomorrow's commute. Between the rising cost of bread and the looming Xbox 360 release, my wallet feels thinner every time I look at it.