I do not understand the fascination with Buc-ees. I know people who literally will drive for miles to go to one. It's a frickin' gas station.
There was one off I-10 in Luling, TX that I'd stop in sometimes on my way home to San Marcos from Louisiana. I'm not kidding when I say that place was always packed like Disney World, and both women and men were dressed up, like Ole Miss fans going to a game. This was evidently some sort of experience....some sort of social outing.
A few years ago when I moved my stuff out of storage in San Marcos I got my uncle to help me, and his only stipulation was that I stop at that Buc-ees so he could look around while we filled up.
I really, just truly, don't get it.
It's a gas station.