Sheetz

So terribly cramped. I’ve been frustrated to the point of tears trying to get gas here. People just park wherever the crap they want, and there are times when it’s impossible to get to the pumps on the other side without practically getting on the main road. When it’s busy, it’s best just to avoid the place all together.
Inside isn’t as bad as I expected, way less shady than the one right in New Ken that they just turned into a Valero… I don’t like setting foot in there. But Creighton Sheetz was pretty clean, spacious enough for its size, and my mto food was quick. I was in and out of there in 5 minutes, tops.
Which by the way, what I ordered was awesome. Have you guys ever tried the Chicken Caesar Wrap? I tried it on a whim because it was recommended on the mto screen, and dang, that was pretty good. It was 5 bucks, which was not what I expected, but that’s probably because the thing was a foot long. A salad in a tortilla shell. Nifty! Of course I had to offset the healthiness with some heavenly Mac and cheese bites…

It really hurts me to give a Sheetz (my favorite place to grab a quick bite) a low star rating. But this one earned the low star rating.
I pulled into this cramped location (which it baffles me that it’s still open, since a huge, brand spanking new one is now open up the street) and parked and got out of my car. Walked into the store and did my thing at the magic screen *tap, tap, tap* and wondered to the cooler to grab a Faygo (yes, people still drink Faygo). I also decide to grab a paper and go to pay. Make it through the checkout process fairly quickly and then waited for my food to finish.
As I am standing there, fiddling with my phone, the associate making my food asks me if I am number so and so.
«Why yes I am,» I say without looking up from my phone.
«Your order is going to take a few more minutes, we ran out of chili.»
I look up, a bit puzzled, as if they couldn’t have foreseen this event? I mean, the chili is sitting right there in front of you. You didn’t notice that it was low enough to warrant changing it earlier?
Without me replying the associate goes on to say, «Go ahead and help yourself to a free fountain drink.» Without saying a word, I lift the bottle of Faygo so he can see it and give him a mad looking smile.
A few minutes turned into ten. Ten minutes hardly means much when you are shopping, but when you are waiting in a small, cramped store, where shopping doesn’t really exist, you become a little more irritated than you should have to be.
I’m usually a polite one and say ‘thank you’ before I leave, but I could only mumble under my breath, «Finally» before bolting for my door. I wouldn’t have gone back in here if it weren’t for me forgetting my Faygo on the counter. Damn you Faygo.