And there I am — $300 poorer — wondering how on earth we just left a gas station with more stuff than I bought at Target last week.
Let’s be honest: Buc-ee’s isn’t a gas station. It’s a full-blown amusement park disguised as a bathroom break. And somehow, we fall for it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Final Thoughts
Send help.
And wet wipes.
And maybe another brisket taco. 🌮
