Struggling to find gasoline without waiting in line

I was up and on my way to play golf in Canton by 8:30. We were supposed to have a T time of 9:24, but, after hustling around, we didn’t begin until 10. This was the 2nd time I had played this course and thought I couldn’t play as badly as the first time: wrong. I was worse. I had made myself a chicken salad sandwich of the leftover portion from last night. This was the highlight of the 18 holes. I was home by 3 after stopping to see how Kathy was doing. She seemed fine. Evelyn had watered the plants and straightened up some of the house while I was gone. I had hoped the doctor might have called with an appointment for the nuclear test of her thyroid but none had come. We didn’t really have a supper but did leave for choir practice. We were the only ones there, indicating that it had been canceled. We returned home and watched the Cubs game and a movie, “Harold and Kumar go to White Castle”. As is the case of many of the comedies, it was crazy. I had called the Pilot truck stop earlier in the afternoon to see if they had gasoline. I haven’t mentioned that few stations in our area have any fuel. The ones that have any draw many people who line up for more than an hour to get some. I called again about 10:30 PM to see if the truck stop had any lines and was told to come on in. I did and had no wait. We need the gasoline to get to Mt. Airy tomorrow. We will likely leave around noon or a bit before on our trip. There should be fuel available on toward the Virginia state line. I offered to cancel the trip if Evelyn didn’t feel like going, but she wants to go. I didn’t mention that the Bollingers had brought a large supply of rhubarb so I washed, chopped and cooked some while putting enough for a pie into the refrigerator to be used next week.