Years ago I got nice cab ride ($80 or so) to Highland on a Sunday, and I was dumbfounded when my fare couldn't get some beer at a convenience store. He was okay with what happened, but I said the next time we would stop in Sandy or Draper first.
A couple of years ago, I was in a rented Jeep "Patriot," and learned to my distress it only had a 12 gallon gas tank. Consequently, I ran out of fuel way the hell West on Route 30, and had to hitch in to Snowville. (I was picked up by an elderly LDS couple who strictly drove the speed limit on that good, fast road--so frustrating!) I'm talking halfway to the Nevada border.
The manager at the Flying J truckstop put an employee in his own car with a 10-gal gas can to drive me out there. All he charged me for was the gas can and gas, but I tipped him and his employee big time for the courtesy.
There's a very nice diner not far from the Flying J with a neat name: "Molly's." If you need to stop there, skip the junk food at the two fuel stops and eat at Molly's. I'll always wonder if that is a reference to "Molly Mormon." But it's a nice place.
Nope, Mollie is the owner. Well, at least she used to be. She just recently sold to her daughter I want to say, or some relative. She still hangs out at the diner and harasses the locals.
You can't sell alcohol anywhere in Minnesota on Sunday, or in a grocery store for that matter. Bills to change those laws never make it out of committee. However I can drive across the border to Wisconsin and bring it back. STUPID!