Carpooling to Work: Who Pays for Petrol?

Morning! Hop in, it's absolutely pouring.

Ugh, cheers. The bus was cancelled again.

Again? That's the third time this week!

Honestly, I'd be lost without these lifts.

Actually, there's something I've been meaning to mention...

Um, it's a bit awkward, to be honest.

Oh dear. That sounds serious. Go on.

Don't worry, it's nothing bad.

It's just that petrol has gone up quite a lot lately.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I should have offered ages ago.

Well, honestly, I wasn't sure how to bring it up.

No, you're absolutely right to. How shall we split it?

Well, I fill up about once a week, roughly sixty pounds.

So how about I pay half? Thirty a week?

No, that's too much. I'd be driving in anyway.

Fair point. What about twenty, plus the parking?

Oh, that's more than fair. Deal!

Um, can I be honest with you, though?

Of course. What is it?

I'm afraid I've been avoiding this for weeks.

I just didn't know how to say it, really...

Ha! So we were both too polite to mention it?

Typically British of us, isn't it?

Absolutely. We'd rather suffer than talk about money!

Right, here we are. Five minutes early, for once.

Brilliant! Coffee's on me this morning.

Oh, you don't have to do that!

I insist. Consider it the first instalment.

Well, in that case, I'll have a large latte.