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| - I was headed out of town and towards Vegas, and wanted to get out of the thick of Phoenix proper before jumping off of the freeway for a little gasoline to fuel the journey. You never know how traffic can get you tangled up, so getting further out meant having less bumpers to bump and less lights where I might languish.
This QT is a hop from the highway, not exactly perched on the edge, but close enough to get a quick trip (see what I did there) before beginning the long road trip. The gas dispensed quickly enough and I was on my way, but not before grabbing a receipt. I had almost started to drive away and realized I didn't get one, so I had to go back inside.
Inside was a big ol' store full of all the junk food and cold beverages a boy could dream of. But really, I gotta give it up to the guy behind the counter who had more chill than most men I've ever seen. I had to wait a second, and there he was just giving out change and taking payments and not even lifting an eyebrow. If you can bee sleepily alert, that's what he was. I got to the front of the line and asked for my receipt on pump number whatever and he lightly taps a few buttons, wishes me well and like a magic trick, the receipt is in my hand. He's running a tidy ship, but that ship set sail to Relaxville, just north of Chilltown, sometime int he 70s. Hopefully you get to experience the same.
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