My hometown has become ground-zero for great gas prices, ever since we got a Sheetz. Right around the corner from Gnu HQ, complete with a fast food joint inside and touch screen ordering kiosks at the pump. (Tip: When using them in the cold, try rubbing your thumb to make it warm then press the buttons, the screen is heat-sensitive.) The foreign guy who owns the Shell station across the street (no idea where from, I just know he hocked up a hairball every time he spoke) had gouged the area for many years; now he has to actually compete. Life is good, because Capitalism works!
So, I'm inside ordering up breakfast for the Gnu Herd on our way out for the day. I put my order in and wait for the hot, delicious goodness to arrive. On the counter, I see some stuff that needs to be cleaned up, so, being the good citizen I am, I scoop it up and head for the trashcan. One of the staffers sees me and smiles, "Oh that's okay, sir. We'll get that for you."
I smile at her and reply, "No worries, I like clean Sheetz, too!"
Poor girl nearly pissed herself laughing. I'm tellin' ya, one of these days...
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*badump bump*
He's baaaaack
Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.
Try the Veal.
Larry, I love you and all...but if I were you I'd hold on to that day job with both hands.
Sheetz meatball subs are surprisingly frabjabulous. I never tried the gas though. I fear using cheap gas. I'm not sure why.
I run the daddy-wagon with Sheetz gas. No problems yet (knock on wood)...
My mother had to replace $1000 worth of parts in her car because she used Walmart gas. Yet another reason to hate Walmart.
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