The War in Iran Is Coming for Your Retail Therapy
Gas prices are only the start. Your moisturizer, your Asics, and your summer vacation are next.
Nothing in life is more boring than filling up the car with gas, although drying my hair comes close. So I put it off as long as possible. Itās not the money ā itās the standing there at the pump, always in slow-mo mode, baffled as to why technology hasnāt given it some pep.
The empty tank light doesnāt faze me. Itās only when the car starts offering to look for a gas station that I take action. And before you even think about it ā donāt. Iāve already heard from every guy I know who insists on mansplaining to me about how Iām hurting the motor.
So when I finally got around to doing the deed, I stood there watching the numbers climb: $79. I would have preferred a sushi dinner for one, or half a facial. All of which made me wonder ā whatās this war in Iran that I didnāt start actually costing me?





