Flying J in Phoenix

0122. September 2nd. Corndog status unknown. Had to hit it and get it.
My first trip has brought me to Tucson however, so I may stop by the place where the deliciousness never ends on the way back.
For some reason, whomever drives my truck on my days off feels compelled to
take it apart.
Last week I notice the covers over the headlights on the passenger were all as cue. Turn on truck, the high beam has been swapped out with a defective one.
Fixed. Fixed same day.
OK.
This week someone has taken the door panel off, lost the speaker cover and 2 of the screws that hold the grab bar on.


Is this a Schneider thing ??? Take truck apart and leave it????

 

0118. September 3rd. No corndogs, pizza, or donuts. 1 pot of coffee. Of course 18 NASTY breakfast sandwiches.
Darkness has fallen on the J. Wouldn't surprise me to find out Kaepernick eats J breakfast sandwiches.

 

0116. September 4th. No corndogs, or donuts. A very old looking pizza, with a slice missing. Coffee unknown. 18 NASTY breakfast sandwiches.
Noticed a conspicuous lack of parking in the designated no parking areas the last two mornings. Probably an accident.

 

0108. September 5th. No corndogs or donuts. 2 slices of pizza. Two pots of coffee ( woo-hoo ). There are however 18 NASTY breakfast sandwiches.
Lots of BT's this morning. No wonder people can't make any money, they have no wagons.

 

0108. September 6th. No corndogs. There was coffee, pizza, and donuts. 24 NASTY breakfast sandwiches.
J was at the extreme end of cluster F this morning, with barely enough room to get through the driveway, and make the turn into half the fuel island.
What is odd about this photo?

 

0939. September 6th. Returned to smoke, I mean fuel another dedicated driving professionals reefer.
CORNDOGS!!!!!
SOOOOO DELICIOUS.
I fell off the wagon, but it wasn't my fault. This nice looking older gal had them at the ready when I walked in, so what could I do.
This is also proof of a group of anti corndog employees.
It was also agreed upon that I was the weirdest driver.
I am very proud of this distinction. To be the weirdest driver at Flying J / Phoenix, well I dare any of you to try and eclipse that.


Also the J is about as busy as it's ever been, and this guy decides to do a PM on his truck, blocking 2 lanes approach at the island. Some people's children I tell you.

 

0108. September 9th. No corndogs or donuts. There is a pizza, and coffee. 18 NASTY breakfast sandwiches. 1 bus load of illegals.
I made the mistake of going in and taking a leak. The J was about as NASTY as I've ever seen it.
You could literally smell & feel some form of infectious disease as you make your way through the lounge to the head.
The smell of creeping death permiated the head, and it was really a mess.
My nose is running, eyes watering, throat already getting sore just 3 hours later. Could be Zika.
The good news is I'm in Tucson, which means there will be something extremely delicious, in a few hours.