I stop by the gas station semi-regularly to pick up a donut on my way to school or work. You wouldn't think gas station donuts would be particularly good, but this gas station sells donuts from a local donut shop that is glorious. We don't have a Krispy Kreme in Fairbanks. There's one in Anchorage, but of course, that's several hours away, and certainly not worth going for just a donut. I've actually never been to the Krispy Kreme in Anchorage. The few times I've been to Anchorage, the Krispy Kreme had a line out the door and down the street. I imagine the line doesn't get quite as long in the winter time, but I avoid the trip to Anchorage in the winter, if I can. Come to think of it, I think I've only been to Anchorage twice in the last five years.
Anyway. Where was I going with this? Oh, right. So the gas station donuts are great and all, but I'm well aware that donuts have a ton of sugar and saturated fats and really aren't that good for me. But the people at the gas station are super friendly and I just enjoy stopping by a little place often enough to be a "regular." This summer, when I was passing through at 6:30 a.m., I would get there before the donuts had even been put out yet, and they would pull the donut fresh from the box for me. One day they were training a new girl, and when I walked in, the lady training her made sure she knew to pull out a Bismarck when she sees me. Another employee, who I privately call Nerdfriend, looks and takes like a quintessential gaming nerd, and he often recommends new energy drinks or snacks I might like to try.
The first guy who started recognizing me as a "regular" is a guy I just call Gas Station Guy. I think Gas Station Guy is the manager. Assistant manager, maybe? Something like that. I know his real name, but I always privately just call him Gas Station Guy. He's a large, friendly dude who swaps Dad jokes with me whenever I go in there. Most recently, he told me the following joke:
Three dinosaurs were running through the jungle when they saw a bacon tree. The first dinosaur ran straight up to it, and then the bacon tree jumped on him and ate him. The second dinosaur turned to the third and said, "That's no bacon tree! That's a hambush!"