5 Stars - Lured by Wall Drug, Rescued by Conoco's Finest
Let me start by owning up to the truth: I ran out of gas because of Wall Drug. Their signs started long before Chamberlain, but it was ever since Chamberlain that I began expecting--at any moment--to crest a rolling hill and finally see my oasis: Wall Drug. The siren song of free ice-cold water, 5 cent coffee, and no-charge parking lured me past every reasonable opportunity to fuel up. I was enchanted. Hoodwinked. Seduced by billboard propaganda.
Three miles east of Wall, my Subaru Forester coughed, sputtered, and gave up. Stranded in the great nothing, betrayed by dreams of 5 cent joy, I called the nearest Conoco--my last hope.
Enter Taylor.
His manager answered the phone and, without hesitation, Taylor proactively offered to rescue me. Minutes later, as I crawled deadbeat across the prarie interstate, through my weary wind battered eyes, I saw a red Ford Fusion crest the horizon like a chariot of mercy gliding across the prairie. He didn't say much--just, "Hey man, it's pretty windy, huh?"--before driving me to my fountain of youth (octane), in noble silence.
He brought me to the station, helped me get gas, and when I offered him a tip--because legends deserve gold--he humbly declined. Like a true hero, Taylor asked for nothing.
As I write this, the octane vapors from the portable gas container in the back of my Forester fill my nostrils, stimulating poignant memories of the cologne of my knight in shining armor.
Taylor's act of kindness has forever changed me. I'm a Conoco lifer now. No more Kwik Trip. No more Shell. No more Flying J. From this day forward, my tank--and my trust--belong to Conoco.
Go big oil. Long live Taylor. May all your gas be premium and your Ford Fusions swift.
Taylor - I hope this finds you well and gets you a well deserved raise. read more