Yesterday on #Monday Blogs, Leslie at Nurture her Nature posted about their encounter with a full-service gas station. Which reminded me, when my cousin/friend Teresa and I drove to California this summer we encountered one of those friendly dinosaurs.
We were driving along enjoying the scenery and lack of civilization in New Mexico when Teresa noticed we had about a fourth of a tank of gas left.
Now here in Oklahoma, and especially up where she lives near Oklahoma City, a fourth of a tank is no problem. We can drive for hours, because we know gas stations are plentiful and near.
However, in New Mexico we’d already driven past two exits that didn’t mention fuel. In fact as we neared those off ramps we wondered why they excisted. We couldn’t see any signs of civilization. We figured they must lead to houses, and maybe businesses out of sight. We opted not to be adventurous and follow them.
Finally, a sign boasting of fuel and food at the next exit. This was good. Not only did we need gas, but her son Jared was hungry. The gas station was closed, and looked like it had been for several months if not years. The road to it was torn up and closed. The stop wasn’t an entire loss.
We dug in the ice chest and snack bag to feed our famished male and enjoy a snack ourselves.
Back on the road we all three kept a sharp lookout for a gas station. Finally, we saw a sign for one. We pulled into the small station, and all of us wondered if there was any fuel in the tanks. Before we could get the nozzle off the tank a young woman joined us.
“How much?” she asked.
“Fill it up.” Teresa answered.
She graciously allowed me to take a picture of her pumping our gas. She told us her parents owned the station and she come into “town” to help them out.
Just before we left I noticed a sign in the window, “bathroom $2.00 for non-customers.” I wish I’d taken a picture of that.
Do you remember the last time you used a full-service gas station?
Have you taken a road trip?
What is your favorite snack for a road trip?