Reed Shell

It was a gloomy day, the clouds on the horizon threatening rain with the occasional rumble of far off thunder. I was racing along the southwest freeway, intent on arriving home as soon as possible when… TRAGEDY. A beeping noise. A light on the dashboard. It was time to get some gas. I pulled off onto Reed Road, scanning the desolate streets desperately looking for a gas station to quench my car’s thirst, when the sign for Reed Shell caught my attention. I pulled into the station and went about the business of filling my tank. While I impatiently tapped my fingers, waiting for my tank to be filled, a familiar grumbling in my stomach told me that a snack wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. This is where my passionate love affair with Reed Shell began.
Walking through those doors can only be described as a religious experience. Upon entering my face was aglow from the heat radiating out of the air vents. Perusing through the aisles I was giddy to find all of my favorite snacks. Doritos? Nutter Butters? Starbursts? Hot Cheetos with a twist of lime? It was all too good to be true. I spent hours frolicking through the store in utter bliss, stopping only to quench my thirst in the beverage section. I felt as if I had been transported to a magical land, full of candy, chips and fashionable knick-​knacks. At one point I swear I saw a Unicorn dash behind a display of slim-​jims, but alas, I was too late to catch it. A vibration from my pocket caught my attention. A text message from my sister «where are you?!». I looked at the clock on the wall in shock, a solid 3 hours had passed since I entered the station. My tank long since filled to the brim with gas. I quickly snapped back to reality, paid for my snacks and shuffled back to my car. As i drove away that day, wistfully glancing at the Reed Shell sign slowly fading into the distance in my rear view mirror, I vowed to return to this mystical place of wonder.
Reed station is now the only place I will ever buy gas.

The most premium beverages. As most places only have 1% juice in their slurpies, Reed shell has 2%. The staff is so nice and helpful and the management really has things in check. I especially liked the young gentleman named «Abe».