BP Midnight Stop

I wish I could power my car with my own natural gas. It’d be a hell of a lot cheaper and I could justify eating as much dairy as I’d like. I’d make lactose intolerance work in my favor, for once.
But dreams are just that – dreams. Instead, I have to open my wallet and scrape it clean, nay, lick its bare bones in order to gas up. I am often tempted to tears just thinking about the funds once allocated to designer chocolates and cashmere socks while the gallons pump into my car. I used to love my car. Now it brings me guilt.
It is a small blessing, then, that the cheapest gas station in Austin is just around the corner from where I live. I can always count on turning my tears of sorrow and guilt into ones of victory once I realize how I have triumphed over the entire city by getting the cheapest gas, mwah-​hah! In the past year or so that I’ve been a resident of the East side, this station remains consistently cheap. Thanks, BP, and I mean that. It’s not the cleanest station in town, but in these +$ 3/​gal. days, I don’t mind at all.
And like all convenience stores this side of 35, there’s plenty of Mexican sodas (hooray Manzana Lift!) and a great selection of 40’s, should you have money left to throw yourself a post-​filling victory party.
Note: If you’re not used to being undressed by other people’s eyes, I’d take caution and layer wisely. I’m no Maggie Gyllenhaal-​pretty ingénue, but even I feel my dresses and blouses being peeled away by other patrons’ eyes. I just look at it like killing two birds with one stone: you get your cheap fuel AND your cheap thrills. Real cheap.