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For everything, down to the scribbles.
For reasons too tortured to go into, I think I'm going to write about going to a Buc-ee's for readers on the other side of the world. If you've been to one--and I realize this isn't its target demo--how would you describe it to someone who had no frame of reference for gas stations of that scale?
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i call it the physical embodiment of an anxiety attack, its literally so overwhelming in there
That's sounds right. I stopped at one on my way north from Georgia last week but was in a hurry and so just peed and bought coffee and got back on the road, but I feel I missed a horrifyingly quintessential American experience that I should share.