These fuckers tried to charge me to fill a water bottle after gassing up; I vowed to never stop in one again.
Honestly, you can take a bite out of my ass.
My ex-wife and I filed the requisite paperwork and a month or so later met downtown at the courthouse to finalize our petition for a no-fault divorce. We had filled out some of the paperwork incorrectly, scooted over to the law library around the corner and returned less than an hour later to wrap things up, paying a fee so incidental I couldn’t be bothered to remember the amount.
No-fault is a near necessity for folks that want to take the high road out of a shitty situation. Going on to think of the massive cost savings, we’re left not only with religion to blame for the curtailing of our rights under law, but also perhaps the legal profession that spawned many of these legislators. Fuck them all.
The jerky went to shit anyway. They used to have real packaged jerky, but now it is the “Jack Links” pseudo-jerky meat snack that is strangely moist and no longer the real deal. No idea if the stuff behind the counter is any better as I stopped feeding this particular beast some time ago.