Southbound and down on the 101, o-dark thirty, somewhere between those giant trees up north and the delights of being home in SoCal. And here I am trying to stay awake in the fog towing a big trailer without a hot cup of coffee, and my gas tank heading towards fumes... On Thanksgiving, no less!
Found me a Speedway, and pulled in. Gasoline prices are hysterically high, and at $4.99 a gallon, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Too tired to do either.
I ambled inside and found a small but clean and well-stocked gas station store. The restroom entrance is sort of behind the counter, but the nice young lady behind there told me to help myself. Clean restrooms that didn't make me contemplate projectile vomit. Bonus.
I filled a 20 oz. Paper cup with hot "100% Colombian" coffee. Looked burned but passed the sip test, especially after a liberal amount of French Vanilla creamer.
The gal behind the counter was really nice-- we laughed a bit about how her grandma was doing all the cooking this year, and I smiled and nodded, knowing I still had a lot of kitchen duties ahead of me when we got home from camping.
Easy on and off the freeway, and while the Starbucks at the same exit wasn't open yet, I can't say I wanted to try navigating the lot with my trailer anyway.
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