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Pass the pumps...

I just got one of those e-mail forwards from my niece, one that tells me to do something (or not do something) and in doing so (or not doing so), I will force some sort of cosmic change in the universe. Or not.

Anyway, this one was a little less hokey sounding than the ones that urge me not to use deodorant for fear that I'll develop some sort of armpit lymph cancer, or implore me to send the e-mail to 15 of my closest pals or risk my head bursting off my body in an alarming display of blood and gore.

I'm passing it on to you all. Do with it what you will.

I'd say that anything that cuts gas consumption is a good thing. Although it seems to me that if we all go without gas one day, we'll still need it the next. (And the scenario below involves math, which is completely beyond my comprehension, so read at your own risk.) I'd be all for keeping the car at home and riding our bikes for a day (FYI: National Bike to Work Week is May 14-18).

Anyway, Bri, I'm officially passing on your info:

In April 1997, there was a "gas out" conducted nationwide in protest of gas prices. Gasoline prices dropped 30 cents a gallon overnight.

On May 15th 2007, all internet users are to not go to a gas station in protest of high gas prices. Gas is now over $3.00 a gallon in most places.

There are 73,000,000+ American members currently on the internet network, and the average car takes about 30 to 50 dollars to fill up.

If all users did not go to the pump on the 15th, it would take $2,292,000,000.00 (that's almost 3 BILLION) out of the oil companies' pockets for just one day, so please do not go to the gas station on May 15th and let's try to put a dent in the Middle Eastern oil industry for at least one day.

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