It was dark when I left the house, just a purple ribbon, trimmed in pink, peeking above the eastern horizon. The plan was to get through Houston before peak traffic congestion. I was headed for San Antonio and a couple of days work.
Clear of Houston I stopped at a Micky D’s for coffee and a McMuffin (my wife frowns on those!). Since I don’t get those often, I really enjoyed myself (munching and sipping...man their coffee is hot!) as I headed out I-10.
Soon I started seeing the Buc-ee’s signs for jerky, fudge and “Buc-ee Nuggets” ( !Buc-ee Nuggets!?). Spaced out, every so many miles, (109 to go, then 85, then 55 and on and on) they entertained me as the mile rolled beneath my wheels.
As I drove on I recalled a recent story I’d heard about ABC News profiling Buc-ee’s on the evening news...”really clean bathrooms” was the attraction.
Well...soon I came on another Buc-ee’s sign saying “can you hold it” and I understood what they meant! I had to go! Remember that big cup of Micky’s java?
Now the signs took on a different meaning! I really wanted to stop there, to see what all the fuss was about, AND I really needed to go...which one would win out?
The miles crept by, my speed increased from a leisurely cruise to a more lead footed, gas guzzling one... a race against time and nature!
Finally!! I crested a hill and there it was, like an oasis shimmering in the distance...I’d made it!
Kinda anticlimactic from here on...yes they have very nice bathrooms (ahhhhhh!) and a great variety of shopping (good thing my wife wasn’t with me)...they even had a $3,000.00 mesquite rocker!
I managed not to buy anything, but more coffee and headed on my way.Now I can say I’ve stopped at Buc-ee’s....”It’s a Texas Thang” (that’s what the sign said).
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