Bitter Irony

So Iraq is blessed/cursed with the 2nd largest proven oil reserves in the world, right? And oil does make the world go round and round, right? And the US does use like 20 million barrels of the black every single day, right? And other western countries and many developing countries use roughly the same amount, right? Well, that's all good, right? Right. Sure. So what's the title about? The bitter irony is, why, if this country is positively floating on oil, do the people here have to wait in mile long gas lines every morning to buy fuel from a gas station that's open only 4 or 5 hours a day? I mean, every night, around 10 pm, the people start lining up at the gas station that is closed. The guy is there, watching TV on a mat in his parking lot, but the gate stays shut. But they line up there, so at 9am, when that gate opens, they will be the first to pump the stuff that runs this world. But by 7 or 8am, there is a line stretching a mile down the street and they come at it from both sides. It's a full on traffic jam by 10. There is much yelling, jockeying and bartering going on and the lucky ones get some juice. It's like Mad Max over here. OPEN THE GATES!! There seems to be some method to the madness: if you come on foot or on a motorcycle, you can jump to the front, the logic being (i think) that you won't take as much. But woe is you if you come in your car or, heaven forbid, in a cargo truck! You'll wait and wait...and wait. So many times you'll see some poor sap pushing his Yugo or his Lada into the line and then have to inch it up every time the line creeps forward. Define irony? Something is remarkable for a reason other than what you would expect it to be. Define bitter irony? Waiting all morning for gas in Iraq. One must laugh out loud to maintain one's sense of normalcy.