Needing gas while driving in the desert in the middle of nowhere.

I’ve driven cross-country twice and both times was with a different ex in my life.  The second time was with my soon to be first husband Carlos.  We were driving on I-10, somewhere in either New Mexico or Arizona and needed gas.  Let me tell you, we were in the middle of nowhere.  Nothing but cacti and desert.  I remember it being in the afternoon and we were starting to get nervous because there seemed to be no gas anywhere in site.  No signs.  Nothing.  About 15 miles and a little panic, we saw an exit sign that said: Gas/Food.  That’s it. It was written just like that.  No name of the gas station.  No other descriptions.

The sign!

The sign!

 

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We pulled off of the exit and saw what looked like a wooden shed with one gas pump.  Now, my overactive imagination started to kick in.  It looked exactly like what every horror movie abandoned gas station looks like.  You know the ones.  It was so eerie.  There were no other cars and we walked up to what we thought was the front door and it was locked.  We thought we were screwed.  There was no way that we would make it to another gas station.   After a few minutes of wondering what the hell to do and walking around the building, a man appeared.

Now think back to all those horror stories: A couple, basically stranded and in desperate need for gas.  They stop at the only place they could find and it looks  abandoned.  There’s no cell phone service and a guy appears.  Rugged and strange looking.  Giving us the once over and telling us that we needed to come to the back of building to access the inside of the store.  Now, we all know how this ends.  Couple is tortured and murdered.  And that was the exact thing we were both thinking as we looked over at each other.

Of course that didn’t happen.  They had gas and the back of the building, for whatever reason, was actually the front.  The guy was really sweet and nice.  We ended up being just fine, getting gas, some delicious boiled peanuts  and sat on their little picnic table and drank a beer before heading back on the road.

 

The store.

 

The picnic bench

The picnic bench

 

**All picture were taken with my old Minolta film camera, so excuse the quality.  I had to scan some of them.

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