To all of my friends who are clutching their pearls, losing sleep, growing ulcers and generally getting their undies in a knot over some imaginary perceived resurgence of rampant, runaway and ginormous wave of inflation there is this...
I topped-off the tank on the family mini van this afternoon and paid $2.899 a gallon at the Shell Station on the way home.
That falls about mid-way in the range of gasoline prices under the rule of the Former Guy during peak travel season the summers of 2018 and 2019 before the economy cratered under his watch a year ago.
Spare me your confirmation bias and suck it-up buttercup.
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