A quiet night in your own home is like stopping for gas at an introverted Buc-ee’s. For an introvert, refueling your social battery is not only an essential practice for survival, but it always seems like it’s been about 400 miles since your last refuel, making this recharging moment a social lifesaver. 

Buc-ee’s stops are few and far between in the desert, and like an introvert’s precious refuel moments, it always comes at the right time. So while an introvert may loathe the idle chit chat or the gas station pumps or the glizzy mockery of your passenger princess, this refuel station has a multipurpose meaning in the heart of an introvert. Antisocial as always, we must stick to our boundaries and listen to the call of our souls. When we’ve reached our socialization limit, all that can save us is a well-deserved break, a Beaver Nugget meal, and a box of fudge for the road.