That is partly true. I grew up in Tulsa, and we had a gasoline distributor on the east side of town and another one on the west side of town. All — and I mean all — the gasoline in the entire metro area came from one of those two terminals. Didn’t matter what brand convenience store or gas station you stopped at, the gas all came from one of those two sources. If anyone claimed they had “special additives”, all the other places in town had exactly the same stuff, so it didn’t matter where you went.
I don’t think so. The were-creature has to bite someone else to pass along the lycanthropy; since the fleas are doing the biting, I don’t think they’d catch it, even though they’re drinking the blood. But if I’m wrong, we’ll need to start researching how to infuse flea powder with silver.
Exactly. I worked in various convenience stores for several years in the ‘80s. In the store I stayed at the longest, my manager would check the gas prices at three other stores nearby as he came in to work. He would sometimes adjust the price depending on what our wholesale price was vs. the prices at the other stores. State law prevented everyone from selling gas below the wholesale cost, so there was a fine line he had to walk between wholesale and the competition. We only made a penny or two per gallon of gas, so the rest of the store’s profit came from all the other stuff we sold: coffee, fountain drinks, snacks, cold beer, cigarettes, snuff, candy bars, etc.
Oh, wow. I had completely forgotten the name “Yasmin Bleeth”, so I had to look her up. I never watched any of the shows she was in, so apparently she never stuck in my brain.
Where I grew up it was black widows and fiddlebacks (brown recluse) that you needed to avoid.