Speedee and I were having a good time. Angled towards the corner of Desert Inn and Wynn, Speedee beckoned me with reasonably priced gas. The signs proclaimed that I could find video poker and five cent slots within. However, our relationship came to a harsh end when I pressed "Yes" for a receipt and it told me to pick it up with the cashier inside. Dude, I have a crying baby. I'm not going into your establishment to pick up my receipt. I know that this is how it works in Vegas (they have to get you inside to gamble), but this was ridiculous.
PS: While searching for the address of this place, I found www.vegasgasprices.com which might be of interest to some.