October 2020 by Theodore Penton-Hurst
I am writing to submit a review to this establishment which i frequent on my daily excursions.\\n\\nTo quell my daily tabloid addiction, as well pick up a guilty pleasure (one scotch egg me thinks ?) I journeyed to this bastion of prestige.\\n\\nPrior to making the purchase, I sauntered up to the kiosk when I saw a rambunctious sort starting back at me; dreadlocks and wild fiery eyes the kind you see in a businessman before securing a juicy deal. I knew this man would take my business to another level. I took a look at his attire, a suit, but not just an average suit, this was not a Wall Street sheep; this was a suit that said formal but fun, class with sass and Santa is here to party.\\n\\nI looked at his badge. Manager.\\nWell hello top corridor.\\n\\nI subtly rolled the scotch egg across the counter, eyes still locked. It was then he broke the silence with his sultry caramel voice and we began to share tales.\\n\\nA cultured man, for sure, been to places such as Ibiza, Hong Kong and Blantyre. A drinker, but not the alcoholic you see under the bus shelters in Glasgow city centre, this was a man of distinction, of taste. Whisky, of course.\\n\\nAs the conversation flourished and the sun began to set, I became quite peckish and completed the purchase for my egg. It didn?t sink in until he handed my receipt that soon we would have to part ways. At which point it became a somber affair, I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of having to leave this joyous man.\\n\\nAs I retreated back to my car, a mini metro, 1987 and still flaring the classic leather interior, I shot one glance back at the dreadlocked mystery manager only to find his warm gaze fixed back on me. It was at this point I knew returning to BP in newton mearns would become part of my daily ritual for many years to come.\\n\\nAs I lay in bed tonight gleefully thinking back on the experiences of the day, I can?t help but think how lucky I am to have my local BP. I am brought back to the Friedrich Nietzsche quote ? It is not the lack of love but the lack of friendships that makes unhappy marriages?\\n\\nThe manager. What a man!
