Did you know that there is a gas station on I-16 that is running a little racket off of weary travelers?
They are taking advantage of poor souls with car loads of kids who haven't stopped asking, "Are we there yet?" since the parents pulled out of the drive way.
They are putting the BP across the street out of business.
Want to know why?
Because they have this guy:
That's one ugly Llama.
Don't tell me you wouldn't pay $1 per person to feed this handsome face!?
Well, let me rephrase that...
Don't tell me you wouldn't pay $1 per person for the opportunity to get your kids out of the car to do something "interesting" for a few minutes to break up the 6 hour car ride to the beach?
That's what I thought.
They also had a few other assorted beasts to throw corn at and so we managed to kill a good 45 minutes at this gas station stop.
I think we got our $3 out of it.
There was an exciting moment when one of the goats in his zeal squeezed his fat self out of the fence and came after Sassy and her bag o' corn.
As was I.
Fortunately, no one was nibbled to death by any escapee goats and we made it to St. Simmons in one piece.
I love the beach!