The truck stop is located way out in the middle of nowhere, with several dozens of acres of ground--the gasoline pumps are about a block away from the front door--and since those times I work, I work alone, it's nothing but coyotes and franksolich out there most of the time. Anyway, I had seen a primitive bonfire about how the primitives greedily freeload, taking handfuls, bagfuls, of packets of ketchup and mustard, from fast-food places, rather than buying a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of mustard at the grocery store for home use. Which should surprise no one not...