We are on the road and just picked up the Sprog from camp. It’s been two weeks, and we are happily reunited.
Anyway, at a BP station, I encountered the sign above. Now, I don’t know about you, but gas is not something that evokes down home sentimentality. Maybe other people do after inhaling the fumes.
Of course, the Boffin had his own thoughts.
“Henrietta, I have good ole gas!”
“Hey, Ezra! Pass me some of them beans. I want me some of that good ole gas.”
I wonder if the BP stations in the U.K. sell smashingly good petrol.