Picked up a couple gas station shops today while road tripping in the US.
One was....interesting.
It was a small station in a rural area off a major highway.
The convenience store had a sign "Cigarette Outlet".
I don't smoke, so I don't know - maybe because it's on a state border and the taxes are different for people crossing borders?
Inside, more cartons of cigarettes than I'ever seen - stacked everywhere
And along one wall, a floor to ceiling display of locked cases with windows.
Inside the cases were all manor of drug paraphernalia.
The cashier was nice enough...he had good hair lol.
I couldn't find the restroom so I asked him if they had one, he said it was around the back of the building...
I cautiously walked around the corner of the building.
Oh my, groups of teen boys and young men, milling about.
I heard one say " did you see his collection? wow!"
I decided to make it real quick. I saw a restroom door with the "women's room" sign
and ducked in quickly.
omg, dirty and more paraphernalia in the trash can.
I quickly grabbed the door to leave and another hand grabbed the door handle on the other side.
I grabbed it open and a man stood there - with this astonished look on his face.
He kept saying "oh man, oh man!"
Like he was surprised to see a woman exiting a women's room. Very weid.
I ran quickly to the car and sped away.
Some brands of gas stations are like McDonalds - every location is about the same.
but this brand, a blue brand - oh my, you never know what you are going to get...
I probably will never do any more of these.
    
         
            
            One was....interesting.
It was a small station in a rural area off a major highway.
The convenience store had a sign "Cigarette Outlet".
I don't smoke, so I don't know - maybe because it's on a state border and the taxes are different for people crossing borders?
Inside, more cartons of cigarettes than I'ever seen - stacked everywhere
And along one wall, a floor to ceiling display of locked cases with windows.
Inside the cases were all manor of drug paraphernalia.
The cashier was nice enough...he had good hair lol.
I couldn't find the restroom so I asked him if they had one, he said it was around the back of the building...
I cautiously walked around the corner of the building.
Oh my, groups of teen boys and young men, milling about.
I heard one say " did you see his collection? wow!"
I decided to make it real quick. I saw a restroom door with the "women's room" sign
and ducked in quickly.
omg, dirty and more paraphernalia in the trash can.
I quickly grabbed the door to leave and another hand grabbed the door handle on the other side.
I grabbed it open and a man stood there - with this astonished look on his face.
He kept saying "oh man, oh man!"
Like he was surprised to see a woman exiting a women's room. Very weid.
I ran quickly to the car and sped away.
Some brands of gas stations are like McDonalds - every location is about the same.
but this brand, a blue brand - oh my, you never know what you are going to get...
I probably will never do any more of these.
Again I saw that under the sun the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches to the intelligent, nor favor to those with knowledge, but time and chance happen to them all.