A few weeks back I shared with you my love for .  I came upon the gas station on Lakewood and Commercial and found they have them too.  I'm starting to see a trend here... better sign up for a Husky Card.
They didn't have rootbeer here though....instead....Doctor Pepper, in my slurpee world, I just call it DP......hey..did you hear that? Â Yeah..that's the sound of my mind BLOWING....
How it really went down:
OK so I had to go real bad...and you don't always have stuff like at your disposal, so I pulled over at a gas station.
I b-lined it straight to the bathroom but as always, they are locked...they make you get a key for a reason, one of the main ones is that it reminds you that they are doing you a favour. Â They are, it's a fact a life, no longer is a bathroom a right, which is why I was so disgusted that time the cable guy without notice, reminded me why they call him the cable guy.....
I've had gas station clerks sweat me before... rummaging around...'well..I'm not sure where we put it....hmmm...maybe someone's in there.' Â Then it's always connected to something like a tire iron....
This place wasn't bad though, the lady understood noticing the urgency, she got me the key and I was out in no time.
'Anything else? Â Coffee? Â Gas?' Â She asked....
I know where she was going..and you know..she had a point...I looked around...and there it was....the screamer machine....
Like everyone else, I have some neurotic tendencies, I over think of stuff...obsess........I'm indecisive at best...you know.. and the best advice I always get is...'just trust your gut...'
Never really thought to take it literally....look what my gut (bowels included) lead me to....
