87. Convenience Store: Write about an experience you've had at a gas station or convenience store.
Buckeyes is a super, mega gas station. It's a gas station 2.0. Or actually, more like 5.0.
Most gas stations seem to have signed a pact to be generally disgusting and ostensibly unsanitary. Perhaps they are perfectly sanitary, but they don't appear so. Their questionable appearance puts me in doubt in regards to their health certificate. However, dingy convenience stores are as much a part of life as cats being arrogant or knee socks being the best form of knit footwear. They simply are.
Until I went to Buckeyes.
I forgot where we were going when we had occasion to stop by. The capital, Austin? San Antonio? Anyway, we had been urged to visit by friends of my parents. They were so impressed with the place that they bought Buckeye's t-shirts, so as to be publicly associated with the worthy establishment. I don't think anyone ever stopped them on the street and explained, upon glimpsing aforementioned shirt, "Wow! You like Buckeye's? So do I! We must be twins."
It's a different matter with Star Wars. Apparently wearing a shirt with a picture of Darth Vader and a stormtrooper on a carousel will get you many compliments on your superior fashion sense. My brother is used to his shirts being admired. Myself, I am lucky if someone remembers my name... But I digress.
With so many positive reviews, we stopped by Buckeyes. It was a large store -- about the size of a Target. In front were about a hundred gas pumps and every single one was occupied. We drove around several times, but no matter how many times we circled, no pump became available. Eventually we parked and headed on inside.
My gosh... It was huge and pristine and full of goodies. There were the usual gas station products, of course, but Buckeyes was so evolved it even boasted a meat market of its own.
First thing was first... It was imperative we empty our bladders. We stepped into the bathroom and took a moment. I expected an unusually nice restroom after the store, but this was insane. There had to be a hundred stalls, and all surfaces were bright and shining. The stalls were very large... Each one was equivalent to the size of a handicap stall. The toilets flushed automatically and get this: There was a sink in every stall.
How much had this cost?
"Mom," I hissed. She was in the next stall ever.
"What?" she asked, her sink water already running.
"Mom, there are sinks."
"Yep," she said. "Hurry up."
She had obviously seen far more impressive miracles than me for her to not be impressed with this magnificent discovery.
We went back into the store, one thing led to another, and we had two sacks full of goodies.
A/N: I honestly don't know what this prompt is. I had a lot of trouble with it. Sorry for the dullness.

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