Friday, October 02, 2009

The agony and the ecstasy of Buc-ee's clean shithouses

John Nova Lomax takes a look at the phenomeon of Buc-ee's in today's Hairballs, the official blog of The Houston Press.

Buc-ee's, of course, is the convenience store chain based in Lake Jackson, the economic/cultural hub of Brazosport, and its namesake and co-owner, Arch "Beaver" Aplin, was one of the first local rich guys to jump on the juggernaut that is/was Barack Obama, the current president of the United States of America.

One of the commenters to the Hairballs post included a link to a 2005 post of our own (the link to a failed attempt to boycott Buc-ee's is no longer operative.)

But if you follow the Hairballs link in our first paragraph, you'll detect a dismissive tone to the culture that is Buc--ee's, but from our point of view, the company's emphasis on "sparkling" restrooms is a bit of marketing genius.


Not necessarily from the male point of view because, after all, the majority of us will pull the car over just about anywhere when nature calls, but that's not the case with the fairer sex.

If it pleases the ladies in the car to stop at Buc--ee's, then I'm all for stopping, and so much the better if you can pick up a fishin' pole or a Bowie knife while you're at it.

1 comment:

Slampo said...

A c;lean crapper is nothing to sneeze when you're out on the road ...