The Great Texas Gibson Hunt: Are You Gonna Need a Bigger Lasso?
Howdy, partners! Ever heard of Gibson's Discount Centers? They were kind of a big deal back in the day, like the granddaddies of Walmart. We're talkin' a one-stop shop for everything from housewares to horseshoe nails. But hold your horses (because you might find some at Gibson's...or at least you used to), there's a bit of a yeehaw twist to this story.
Where Have All the Gibsons Gone?
Back in the good ol' days, Gibson's had stores scattered across the nation like tumbleweeds in a dust storm. But times change faster than a jackrabbit on hot coals, and competition got fierce. Now, Gibson's are about as common as a bluebonnet in December – rare and purty darn special if you find one.
So, the big question is: how many Gibsons are still moseyin' on around in Texas? Buckle up, partner, because this is where things get interesting.
The Lone Star Gibson Stampede: Two and Two Make How Many?
Hold onto your Stetsons, folks, because this might blow your chaps clean off. There are only two whole Gibsons left in the entire state of Texas! That's right, two! You could almost count 'em on one hand...if you were missing a finger (which hopefully you wouldn't buy at Gibson's, because again, there ain't that many left).
These two legendary holdouts are in Weatherford and Kerrville, which basically makes them like gold mines for nostalgia prospectors. Imagine walkin' through the doors and being transported back to a simpler time, when leisure suits were high fashion and eight-track tapes were the peak of technology.
But wait a minute! Isn't two a little...well, lonely? Don't you worry, there's a silver lining to this dusty trail. These two Gibsons are independent and apparently doin' just fine. They're like the scrappy little armadillos that keep findin' their way under your porch, refusing to be run out of town.
So, there you have it, folks. The mystery of the Texas Gibson population is solved. It's a small herd, but a mighty one, reminding us of a time when discount shopping was an adventure, not just a chore.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta saddle up and get myself to Weatherford. I hear they still have a working rotary phone, and this city slicker needs a taste of the good ol' days. Yeehaw!
