People who get their food from the same place they get their skoal are rarely very health conscious, but there always seems to be a decent stock of fruit next to the chili cheese machine. This can range from a spotty banana to a $2.79 cup of about five grapes. Considering it's probably been sitting around for a bit, skip the "melon medley" meningitis sponge and maybe opt for something in a sealed package.
Every gas station has a brand new item on the roller grill every time you stop in. I'm fairly certain it's all the stuff that was scraped off the roller grill the previous week stuffed into a tortilla. How else can you explain cheeseburger/pepperoni/buffalo wing taquitos?
Why is it that Pizza Hut, who -as the name suggests- specializes in Pizza can't make a decent pie under $15 but 24/7 gas stations can get you one at a third of the price? Well, because a prime ingredient in pizza is cheese. And how do you make cheese? Bad milk. And what do gas stations end up overstocked on sometimes? You're welcome.
There's two types of Jerky in a gas station. The high class packaged jerky and the peasant's jerky in a plastic bucket on the front counter. Let's not forget, jerky is made to withstand the elements, but that bucket jerky is always locally made. Are you really willing to take the risk of it not having touched the balls of Old Man McDoogle? For all you know, making people eat his gonad glazed jerky is his fetish, and the reason he started this jerky empire.
A good fountain coke is an amazing phenomenon. But like most perfect things in life, there's a fine line between an orgasmic fountain coke and a 24 oz cup of flat pop with moldy ice. Ask anybody that works at a gas station, that ice dispenser is never clean. Ask your own taste buds, when was the last time you had a fountain drink that didn't taste faintly of pond water?
Maybe you work down the street from an OK gas station, and maybe they have one menu item that you like to get for lunch twice a week or so. Not too often, but often enough that the cashier knows you by name. Now maybe you're out one day after work, hanging at that bar across the street, and Christina from the gas station comes in. She's had some fight with her boyfriend or some damn thing, but your place is right around the corner and she's kind of vulnerable so maybe...
And this is how you end up with four step kids and a working knowledge of family court- the worse disease of all.