Getting gas in Salt Lake City can be a test of the mind over matter.
First, notice the price of gas.
Second take a look at that pepsi bottle on top of the gas pump.
I don’t know about you guys, but that didn’t look like Pepsi to me.
Maybe it is Pepsi in the form of “already broken down by the human bladder”.
And, somebody needs to tell some caffeine drinking Mormon to start drinking more water and to dispose of his bodily fluids in a more efficient and less gross manner.
But, I guess I conquered the test.
We filled up, sanitized up, and got on our way to the armpit of America:
I wrote a new ad for the city.
It goes somthing like this:
Come and stay with us.
If you are in the middle of Wyoming with nowhere else to go, we welcome you.
We are the only small town in America
where a yucky hotel room costs you ONLY $130 a night.
The wait at the dilapidated TacoBell/KFC is over an hour.
And the stagecoach designed roads leave you lucky for the life of your rental car and kids.
And when you leave the line in dispair and go to the grocery store, you will be so happy, because we have old fashioned fruit roll ups.
And you’ll get them all to yourself for the rest of your drive because they are so healthy and natural that your kids won’t want to eat them.