In Loir-et-Cher, facing the outbreak of pump prices, everyone tries to adapt.
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In this big franchised service station on the outskirts of Blois, ordinary diesel is displayed this Thursday, March 3 at night at 1.89 euro, compared to 1.79, in the automated resort of the Supermarket Mitoyen. Prices climb every day, for one and the other. So much so that the big light totem on the other side of the road does not hold the cadence: it still indicates 1,69, an “old” tariff of ten days. “We have already received two claims but the repairer does not come”, sighs Sophie (borrowing first name), the affable saleswoman who, from this counter protected by a plexiglass wall, sees the behavior of the motorists evolve.
“At the beginning of the month, people always do full without thinking. There, many tighten the teeth, do not exceed round amounts, 30, 40 or 50, as to hold their budget, as if it was already The end of the month. “Despite the rates of the gas station, many of its customers are young and their tired vehicles: the automatic stations of the supermarket, where one enters and withdraws its bank card before giving the gun, require ‘Have at least 130 or 150 euros on his bank account: “Here, no deposit, if you have 20 euros on your account, you can still roll.” Since this winter, his leader has nevertheless imposed the prepayment at the Counter, after repeat flights. “Some people think that we apply the rule at the head of the customer but it is for everyone, even the gentlemen in Porsche. Besides, they also moan,” she says.
Oriflammish
A boy in white jogging, hooded hoode, apologized, from his “tuned” golf. Impatient, he asks 20 euros without-lead, returns to the pump, returns to the cash register and claims this time 30 euros of ethanol. Then disappears. “Young people come mix with this fuel at 86 cents per liter. I see more and more, with an increasing ethanol ratio. One day, one of them explained me Whether the faults were minor, that it was small pieces not too expensive to change especially for a little ancient vehicle. “But station to the accident. “Sometimes I remind them that in case of disaster, if the expert discovers the subterfuge, the insurance will take nothing in charge … Many do not care,” she regrets.
Further on the station of a supermarket of the Chaussée-Saint-Victor, Armand, retired pruner, refreshes his Picasso: 92.50 euros at the counter. Does he roll less to house his wallet? “Absolutely not! I still prefer to eat shit.” He is explained: “Before, we only bought bio because my wife loved that. Now, we go back to the discount,” explains this man who says no longer wanting Reduce your outings, too long hampered by the pandemic.
Behind him, Martine, manicure in Fiat Cinquecento, wait the stations and their oriflamms costing costs: “1.78 costing. Do you believe it, you? And where are the” yellow vests “? They are waiting for Whether it’s 2 balls? When it was up to 1.40, they occupied all the roundabouts. “On the sidewalk opposite, in a competing station, a man in collapsed parka savor a tray of Taboulee. The Quechua tent of this homeless-fixed has replaced the seller’s cab since the site has been automated. He is no longer disturbed: “As are the most expensive, now it’s desert and I’m painard.”