complained before, I have a 49-mile commute (each way) in order to show up where everybody else in my office works.
I got really, really crafty, and divined a different route, through the small towns of
my state of residence. A couple'a short patches of 30 mph small-town speeds/big city speed cameras requiring my concentration, but otherwise pleasant enough. This route is just 44 miles each way!
I noticed today an impossible set of circumstances.
I drive 44 miles, with a substantial portion not on Interstate, and I
don't pass a single 7-Eleven.
For our friends in Minnesota, California, and Georgia, I can' speak authoritatively about the ubiquity of 7-Elevens, but I'll tell you that they were Starbucks before Starbucks was Starbucks: they're EVERYwhere.
Except, apparently, upon my new route.
And if you think 7-Eleven coffee tastes bad, try some from your neighbourhood BP station. . . .
[hey, wait; I go 44 miles without passing a fucking Starbucks!]
[another post awaits my crafting]