Just recently had the most satisfying feeling ever while driving out in the middle of nowhere through Missouri hills past 50 miles of endless cows and tractors. Gas was starting to dwindle out and came across a tiny gas station nestled in the middle of no-mans land, just two pumps. Could literally just veer off the shoulder of the road and come to a stop next to the gas pump, which was likely from the 1970s considering I just had to press a button to boot up the pump (which only dispensed 87 octane) and start fueling.
Walked inside to pay for my gas afterwards and there was an old trucker guy buying some Mountain Dew, a tired looking woman cleaning a shelf, and a southern accent speaking middle aged woman at the register. Went back out of my car after, really no need to look both ways, and just accelerated away from the pump veering back onto the road to continue on my way.