Tonight I had a really long night at work. At 12:30AM, I'm finally out and driving home when I stuck behind a huge Sunoco truck going up Pricetown Hill. Pricetown Hill is right by my house and is about 1/2 straight up. This truck was going 20mph.

Can you imagine the gas mileage I was getting going 20mph straight up a hill (it took us 3 minutes or the length of "Sunday Morning" by No Doubt)? I swear my gas tank was a notch fuller before we started the climb. And it's all because of a Sunoco truck. How ironic is that? Those bastages.