Yesterday morning I woke up expecting the weather to be just as warm as it had been the day before (mid 60's). As I walked out of the gym in my flip-flops, the wind screamed a big, resounding, "WRONG." Fiona and I quickly hopped in the car, only to realize we needed gas.
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We mozzied on over the the BP, the whole while dreading getting out of the car again to go inside to pay. I parked up front, locked the car up, and ran inside. It was lunch time and the sweaty scent of workers filled the gas station well-known for more snacks than you can imagine. When it came my turn in line, the lady behind the counter raised her eye-brows at me after hearing me answer, "no, that's it," to her question of "and what else?" It reminded me of how radical an idea of forgoing pay-at-the-pump service is.
Side note: I always thought BP stood for "British Petroleum." Wrong: It stands for "Beyond Petroleum." While researching BP for this blogpost, I also found this lovely picture:
Day 7: Starbucks
So, someone from Starbucks must have read my blog, because today when I pulled up:
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FRONT ROW PARKING, BABY!
This was a big deal for me, as I chose to test my commitment to the challenge and visit the Starbucks that did, in fact, have a drive-through. Not only was I rewarded with the closest available parking spot, I was welcomed and enveloped by that heavenly scent of rich espresso and frothy cream. Well worth the trip inside.
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