Stuckey’s

What a dump… Dirty, broken down, no hot food… Stay on the freeway and keep on driving to the next stop or you are going to be very disappointed!!!

Great food options, bathrooms suck

I would not come here again. I was buying a drum of rolling tobacco and waiting for my family to finish futzing about the aisle of technological trinkets, when I got singled out by a male cashier and asked if I had been putting anything in my pockets. In front of my family and other patrons there! I was the only latino there so I’m not sure if that has anything to do with it or not, but I find it really suspicious! And damn embarrassing! I confronted the cashier about his tactics and he stated that another customer who (interestingly enough) already left told him i had been stuffing my pockets so he had to ask me about it. Baloney!

It was 1999– It was my first time driving across country– By A stroke of luck I had to pee really bad just outside of Park, Kansas (Pop. 151)… Well im not sure about the other 150, but Kasey at the Stuckey’s was the most beatiful girl I have ever seen… I still cannot explain how depressed I was that this chick will never leave this job at Stuckey’s… unless one at the Sinclair opens up!!!
Fast Forward to today– Havent seen a Stuckey’s above the Mason Dixon line but ALAS — - right her in Conn. (fitting becuase Eastern Conn. shares more in common with the South than the North) Anyway, the memory of her blue eyes and wheat colored skin quickley flushed out other brain function as I fling open the doors in search of, can it be? take 2!!! ‚…
To the left, CT Memorabilia (just as unmemorable as you can imagine, and I already forgot) to the right, lots of cookies– but no Kasey, To the back, wait, I see a bun of burgeoning locks just below the Roy Rogers counter! can it be…
CarolAnne stands up, smiles, not exactly what I was hoping for– but at least she helped me secure some Chicken… and sometimes thats just as good