People in Wisconsin are nice. When we momentarily hesitated at the price of the $38 campsite, the park ranger asked if that was ok. Like maybe he felt bad that he and Wisconsin may have disappointed us. How many brokers have told me that I'm fortunate to have found this $1600 shit box with two windows in Greenpoint. So lucky.
At the gas station the attendant helped me figure out my Plenti points. That semi annual mystery program American Express rolls out that I'm pretty sure I'm the only one using. I got $9 off my gas once so like a good marketing pupil, I ventured off the highway past completely suitable gas stations to follow Google to a station that was actually a Sunoco. The attendant kept my card while I pumped, like it was some kind of honor, making me want to buy her a coffee or scratch off for being so damn kind.
Currently we're in Minnesota, at a campsite with E.coli. We got a discount and free gallon of water. Supposedly there are bison here too.