Aunt Katherine and I drove up to
Dallas one weekend. Five minutes after we’d left all signs of civilization, I
admitted I had to pee, so we started searching for exit signs. On a blue “attractions
sign, Aunt Katherine spotted a cartoon beaver’s head in a yellow circle. “Buc-ee’s!”
she exclaimed. She missed the exit. But she was so inexplicably set on this
convenience store that she took the next exit and backtracked five miles until
we’d reached the destination.
We hopped out of our car for an
experience so monumental it may well have been the climactic point of the
entire trip to Dallas.
I am not able to communicate what
makes this store such an important Texan feature, but I can explain what it’s
like to shop there. Firstly, it was teeming with people. I could not believe my
eyes. It seemed we had not even passed ten other cars in the past ten minutes
of driving. Apparently, that was because everyone was at Buc-ee’s.
It was a lot like a normal
convenience store, but it was three times bigger and had clean bathrooms. An
entire wall was filled with different types of beef jerky. I hadn’t even
realized there was more than one type in existence. They had warm food, fudge,
cartons of ice cream, and hot pink bathing suits. They gave us free samples of
the fudge, and I also tried a sample of their fudge brownies. How can
convenience store fudge taste so delicious? The answer remains unclear.
We left with some chocolate and
coconut fudge, a postcard for my family, and a t-shirt: the perfect gift from
Aunt Katherine to commemorate the occasion.
No comments:
Post a Comment