Somewhere along the line my parents got their wires crossed and became convinced I love Buc-ee’s (the gas station chain). Every Christmas I get some piece of Buc-ee’s merch. They send news articles when a new location opens near my hometown. They tell me every time they stop at one on a roadtrip.
Despite all this, I refuse to correct them because in my brain being the #1 fan of a literal gas station is less embarrassing than clarifying after almost a decade that I actually meant Bucky Barnes.












