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| - I'm not proud.
No, I mean I'm really not proud. This was the culmination of some last minute (non)planning and some wicked weather and all kinds of things that led me to the doors of Jack in the Box. So while Mother Nature has some blame here, and a long road trip and the amount of gas in my car can certainly shoulder a little bit of responsibility, ultimately I'm the one who decided to put lips to the food.
That's maybe a bit dramatic. First, the food was fine. Not great. But fine. A chicken sandwich. That's not too terrible. And just a small fry, which seems like the right choice, with a small drink. I barely remember it, which is, after all what fast food joints like JITB are all about: cranking out your food. I got it quickly (almost too quickly.. but not complaints here) and sat inside and ate it before venturing back out into the driving rain.
You see, I was just passing through town and had to stop for fuel. Traffic had been nasty and I'd hoped to get all the way to St. George, Utah, where I know the local spots a bit better. But between the driving rain and the construction, I get behind. When the fuel indicator got down to E, I knew LV was the stop and resigned to grabbing the quickest gasoline and food I could find. I had to pack in the food, because as I sat fueling and contemplating my move, it occurred to me that the rain wasn't going to let up, and once I crossed into Utah it would start turning to snow. So I was going to have to go as fast as possible to stay ahead of it, and wouldn't be stopping to spend the night nor eating a local, unique meal, nor just snacking from the car. Order the sandwich, eat the fries, drink the drink. Be done. Be grateful for the convenience, and the efficient service, chalk up another victory to fast food.
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