I Know I’m Supposed To Like Buc-ee’s, But
Just to be clear, it’s not that I don’t like Buc-ee’s, I think they’re a wonderful company, executing their business model to perfection every day. It’s just we’ve made a mess of it by how we’ve decided to gush over a convenience store.
It’s becoming a rite of passage. “Well, you’ve been to one, haven’t you?” “Really, no?”. “Oh, you’ve got to see one of these”.
I’ve been to I think four Buc-ee’s…the one on I-95 by Florence. A couple around Daytona Beach and Jacksonville, Florida and one in Kentucky. The reason I keep going back, especially when travelling with her, is the bathrooms. We’re tasked on the road, with making sure that the places we stop, in order for her to use the restroom are not the Parisian “cop & squats” she encountered in France. The better the restroom, the more we’ll stop.
How Many Buc-ee’s Have You Been To?
But my gosh, at times, trying to navigate getting in and out of a Buc-ee’s is at times, like trying to land a 747. I realize it was the Sunday after Thanksgiving, but last year, we spent 45 minutes, 45 MINUTES trying to leave the location near Florence. Did I mention it was 45 minutes!
That’s on us. Because we’ve just got to stop, cause we’ve never seen that many gas pumps. Or that many soft drinks. Or that much candy. Are the brisket sandwiches good? Absolutely! Don’t let me forget about the nuggets, ah the Buc-ee’s Nuggets.
Again, don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. I marvel at their business. They realized that we were craving a HUGE stopping point in our travels. A one stop shop for just about anything and everything. And clean bathrooms.
We’ll be hitting the road on a few occasions over the next few months, and I have no doubt that there will be more visits. Which reminds me, I should really think about the holidays and picking up some Christmas gifts. Let me know what you would like.