We drove up from Georgia to Upstate NY this past weekend. It's not a bad drive, and if you avoid 95 and the cities along the Eastern Seaboard, it's a relatively scenic drive. We stopped a handful of times to get gas and let the kids stretch their legs, and this happened to be one of those stops. I couldn't tell you where, any more than somewhere in Virginia. 

It was seedy. The trash cans  between the gas pumps were overflowing and we almost made a u-turn out of the parking lot as we thought the place had been shut down and was out of business. As soon as the car doors opened we were hit with a stench that I can only liken to a hot summer afternoon on a fishing pier with open vats full of rotting chum.  Except we were in Virginia, far away from the ocean. The kids scuttled inside to find the restroom and I put the dog on the leash and walked around the back of the gas station to let her do her business and saw the most scenic backside of a sketchy murder-mart gas-station, ever.

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