I am always afraid to see gas station bathrooms and regard them with some amount of trepidation. I was pleasantly surprised with the restroom, even considered resting in there, It just felt good, the blue tile lifts your spirits, and the absence of grafitti filled filthy toilets and clean floor reminded me of a hospital room, only the essence of the aroma device filled the air with jasmine flower scent. WOW!
Since I was lighter on my feet and my back teeth were no longer floating, I thought to myself; I might as well eat, get drunk on nice bottle of wine and head over to the city park and see if any available females were wondering around loose, however I was running a bit late, (I like to fish in the early AM)
and decided to forego the Girls , and went for the wine ( a mondavi reserve 1982) which turned out fortuitous for lucky me, a rare wine for ten bucks, and proceeded to consume it, I had been dreaming for years about finding an 82 burgundy so rich, it is said to be the best year they ever had, and I agree. Perfect. I then had my s/o relocate my vehicle to clear the pump island. I did want to be a thoughtful happy peppy person despite my decidedly upbeat mood, I could fake the rest. had the meatball sub, so as to not overwork the pleasant girls making it. I was pleasantly surprised again at the provolone (aficionado) it was just right, and there is a LOT that can go wrong with a M.B.S. but after a thoughtful bite (palette cleansed) I determined it to be in the top five I've ever had, no mean feat, I am 87 years old next week. So I was off (as in driving) and bemoaned to my chick that I would love to move there just to buy that place and live happily ever after! She dilligaffed and just stared out the window knowingly, she then said, what the hell! Just do it then. I've never traded the beatnick lifestyle for putting down roots, but gave it a quick well deserved moment, and said "one never knows in this life, anything weird can happen when you not diligently tending your lifestyle" She told me to shut the F up, and asked me if I was watching porn or something to take such a long time on a review ( I actually write very few) I told her half naked self that I am to be pittied rather than scorn , and could she sit a little closer.
Well, you know the rest, if you don't , rest at the restroom at Gigglesprings, you'll come away amazed! Plus the Gas; incredibly inexpensive; underselling Arco across the street, again, no mean feat! whats up with that? Bishop no longer a backwoods, redneck hick town! They even sell Starbucks in the cooler, and Bottled water too. Nirvana? close read more