Around 11 AM on a recent Friday, my work in The Woodlands was done and it was time to head home. Unfortunately, my Southwest flight out of Hobby didn't leave until just after 4 PM, and I had a lot of time on my hands. I suppose I should have headed towards some quaint part of Houston like Montrose or the Heights to hang out. However, I could think about was Lunch, home, and seeing Gayle and my son that night. So straight to HOU I went.
Another thing about Houston is how disorienting it is to drive the various "Speedways" whether on the Freeways or off. I also couldn't help wondering about traffic safety (or my fate) as I spotted various billboards advertising personal injury attorneys with come ons like "Lawyer - Warrior" or "The Hammer" (Can't touch this?). Often times you'll also see a sign for say "Sonic" only to realize that to get there takes a few turns (and miles) along both sets of frontage roads. So after a few miles, heading straight to the airport and hanging out in a lounge with my favourite adult beverage sounded better all the time.
But first the rental car needed gas and it was soon time to find the closest gas station to the airport. I somehow ended up on Broadway (I won't use a GPS) and found PowerFuel in this "charming" neighbourhood. Part of this urban experience included mandatory payment inside, local camaraderie, and a large row of iced beer and malt liquor ready for immediate purchase and consumption. I passed on the latter and hurried out of there. However, it gave a whole new meaning to the term "Gas and Go". read more