Sitting at a red light, counting the at least ten Priuses in the Whole Foods parking lot, I realize my Prius is in a line of four headed by a smart car at the light.
"Have I over-embraced the Hippie culture of my place of residence?" I think. Then I think of my 9-gallon tank and the 450 miles it covers.
And I shrug.
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