I frequently heard “Hurry up and wait” as a Navy wife in the 60s. This routine saying applied to everything military and a few civilian-related events. There was no commissary in San Francisco so we battled the traffic to buy groceries. We waited in long checkout lines. A few years later at Long Beach, we gave up saving a few dollars in commissary shopping in favor of civilian grocery stores. The long checkout lines were not much different.
In the 1970s civilian life, gas was restricted by the odd/even license plates. Lines often wrapped around a full city block, engines running, vehicles inching toward the pumps. Gas prices accelerated to 25 cents a gallon. Some stations dared to charge a nickel or dime higher.
During the COVID pandemic, Hurry Up and Wait lines stretched for blocks with dozens—sometimes hundreds—of people standing outside essential stores such as groceries and pharmacies. Gas prices fell to half in the San Francisco East Bay area because of the Stay-at-Home order. Short waits at the gas pumps, but the price per gallon was higher than in other states because the gas tax is between 75 and 80 cents a gallon, depending on the county. Food prices doubled. Apartment and home rentals doubled, sometimes tripled, in the Bay Area. Gas increased to almost $7.00 a gallon when the Ukrainian War began. The Federal Reserve System raised the prime rate to encourage people not to borrow to combat inflation. Need a loan? Hurry Up and Wait fits there too.
There is one bright spot in this Hurry Up and Wait inflation syndrome. Interest on my tiny savings account has risen from a penny to three cents a month.