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It’s been nearly six months since Fred Dalton has mashed a service station egg sandwich down his gullet.
The unremarkable 29-year-old said he liked getting them at the end of the day, because the bread had more time to soak up the flavour.
“I’ve had the finish stripped off my lower digestive season more times than I can remember by these service station sandwiches,” he said.
“They’re delicious and they detox you. You eat one of these sandwiches and that’s pretty much the last thing you’ll eat for days. Not all of them do that to you. The egg mayo ones plus the chicken sambos give you the best hit rate,”
“I was really beginning to miss the feeling.”
Now Fred doesn’t have to muster up the effort to walk the 2.7km down to his local Woolworths Petrol Station.
Overnight, the Reed Street Service Station popped up on his SlaveGlut app.
Now all of his favourite treats from the service station can now be delivered right to the door of the granny flat he lives in out the back of his parent’s 2-year-old Cape Cod-style display home in Betoota Heights.
“Oh wow! How good’s that? Tonight, I might get a sandwich and a Powerade for dinner and in the morning, if I can stomach it, I’ll get a $1 machine coffee and a steak and cheese traveller pie! Hope my insides like gluten, sugar and processed meat, because that’s all he’s getting from now on!”
More to come.
