From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The rough denim of my skinny jeans digs into my hips as I lean against the pump, staring in disbelief at the flickering display charging me $2.27 a gallon. It’s sketchy how fast the prices are climbing while the news on the radio drones on about Harriet Miers and supreme court drama I can't afford to care about. I adjust my oversized sunglasses and pull my chiffon tunic tighter, trying to ignore the grit of the station under my Ugg boots. That new Xbox 360 is supposed to be out soon, and honestly, the graphics look so realistic it's hot, but at these prices, I’ll be lucky to afford a loaf of bread.