On my drive there, I saw that my car was at a quarter tank. It was possible I could have gone a day without filling up, and today/Wednesday is a no-spending, eat-at-home day for me. But I didn't want to risk needing gasoline and not having the time for it when I had time after getting coffee and doing some work on my computer. So I went to a particular gas station to fill up ... and to get some soup. This particular gas station has a bevy of soups, but I regularly go for the macaroni in meat sauce. I went to the gas brand to see if they had it, and tonight they had it. So, even though I wasn't hungry, and in fact ate dessert at the coffeeshop (along with tea) which to me signifies that that's it when it comes to eating, I ate soup. And by the way, it's the second cup of soup I've had at this kind of gas station; after work, along with putting air on one of my tires, I decided to get another cup of soup -- different station although it's the same brand. Not the same soup; there was no macaroni in meat sauce, but I got a mac 'n' cheese instead.
As a result, I feel fat. I guess I could have gone without the soup. But I didn't.
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Oh, by the way, when I was getting the soup, I was "helped" by a worker there who didn't speak at all to me. I ladled the soup into my cup, but I needed a lid. The worker was walking by; I asked her if she had any lids. She went into the cabinet, took out a plastics sleeve of lids, opened it, and gave one to me. It slipped out of my hands and onto the counter, but thankfully it didn't reach the floor. I grabbed it and said thanks to this worker. She said nothing. Nothing at all throughout this encounter. Yeah, I got what I wanted, but her silent treatment was disturbing at best and offensive at worst. I don't know if I want to go to this station anymore. ...
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