It’s Monday, September 29, 2008. As I leave work, I am thankful that my gas tank is just above half a tank. Driving through the city, I notice traffic is moving much slower than normal. As I pass the gas stations, I see cars lined up by the gas pumps waiting to get gas- some cars are actually waiting at a dry pump. Last week, I noticed the police at some of the local gas stations and also the ambulance. On more than one occasion, I have heard of fights breaking out right at the gas pump! It’s…