something smells fishy...

If you've been noticing a trend that many of my blog posts are courtesy of various gas stations around the country, that's because they are feeding grounds for hilarity. There is an infinite amount of randomness every time I walk through a convenience store door and the security bell rings. More often than not, truck stops provide the most entertainment, but this morning is was a regular, old gas station. Can anyone guess what is now considered an impulse buy, sandwiched right betwixt the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and the credit card machine?

That's right, a fish. This was not the convenience store clerk's loyal pet either, there was a price tag on the lid of the fish "tank".

It read $15.

Are you kidding me? First, aren't these the same malnourished, anemic, Japanese "fighting" fish they sell at the pet stores for $2? So it must be the lush environment that satisfies the lofty price tag. Second, I really just want to see the person who picks up his package of candy, pays for $6 of gas on pump 3, and oh yeah, why don't you throw the fish in there as well. Welcome to the heartland!