I lost my father in Buc-ees in the mass of hundreds of people browsing the apex of gas station fare. Uniting back at the CR-V we were fooled by the astoundingly low gas prices that are only valid with the purchase of a car wash.

I saw a guy from high school with his wife exiting the complex with beef jerky and a brisket sandwich. On my side, a fruit cup was consumed while one Red-winged Blackbird and a dozen Turkey Vultures were observed. 

We got to Huntsville and hung out with my dad's friend from his nuclear power plant days. His house is massive but pretty much not a single room is fully finished. Door knobs are missing, adult children's rooms are stripped bare except for movie posters on the floor of one (Pulp Fiction, The Big Lewbowski, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) and the Hello Kitty shower curtain + teddy bears of another. There are car seats in multiple odd locations throughout the ground floor. 

They exchanged stories about bygone coworkers and friends, explaining the nicknames of people like Joe "Floor Drain" Meher (had to move plants after being reported peeing outside of a control room during a grueling shift) and Gus "Wrong Way" Poole (attached a pump backwards causing significant damage to a cooling system). 

We ate delicious gumbo and watched two episodes of Sanford and Son before playing hours of pool. Off to Memphis next.

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