Gas. Cigarettes. A two-for-one special on washer fluid, piled high by the front door. These are the things of road travel, my friend.
Glorified gas stations like this dot the country, occupying the places between places... Crossroads, by-ways, junctions. This one has a decent selection of beer, cold drinks, the usual heat-lamped foodstuffs, fried God knows when ago, and washed down with a big extra-caffeinated coffee or a jumbo styrofoam cup fountain drink. Clean restrooms, decent trucker section, though I have to admit, I haven't ratchet-jawed with my brothers on the eleven meter band in a few whiles, no doubt. 3s and 8s and all them good numbers on ya, and we're 10-8 and back quiet.
Cute girl working the counter. I liked her paint, and told her so. She didn't blush when she told me I had pretty eyes.
I ain't pretty, dear.
Big parking lot in the back for turning around your camper or trailer, especially when you don't do that for a living. Pretty easy access to the highway.
I was kinda bummed we were already out of Wisconsin, actually... I was hoping to buy beer that is only sold in WI. Maybe next year. read more