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.