Now I can drink and write in my diary... S**t.
Just don't ask about their window service.
Don't show the fat kid who broke his chair in middle school. This will embarrass him even more.
The fear of returning to the hardware store is deep in this one.
From the submitter:
Gas station next to my hotel. It's fully operational - I went and got gas there myself.
Note to self, never get my suspension checked here.