Fas Gas

Oh Fas Gas. Once upon a time you were the Red Rooster and I would always stop in after I got off the bus to buy some candy… you know, before I got home and my mom knew I was out buying candy. But you’ve been a Fas Gas for years now. And you’re alright. You’ve got the pay-​at-​the-​pump machines, your squeegee windshield wiper things are usually in pretty good repair, there’s an ATM at the back if I ever need one, slushies for summer time stops and the usually other service station fare. Oh, and without fail you ask me about my litre log every time I’m in if I don’t pop it up onto the counter!
Maybe it’s the familiarity of the building from its Red Rooster days, maybe it’s just because Fas Gas is a bright green, but I choose you over that gas station down the road every time I’m up to visit the folks and need to gas up before I head back home!