I took a picture of a pickle.
. Day .
I had to stop for gas at one of my least favorite places, the Quicky at Claiborne and Franklin.
At the pump, I noticed a pickle laying on the ground.
I don't know why, but I thought it was funny. So I took a picture of it.
A few seconds later a message popped up on my phone. It was from Google.
"Hi, it looks like you are at QUICKY MART! May we ask you a few questions about this place?" I clicked yes.
It asked "Is this place good for a a romantic date?" I clicked....yes.
"Is this place good for kids?" Yes.
"Does this place have outdoor seating?" Sure it does.
Is this place wheelchair accessible?" Why the hell not.
And so on and so on. I answered yes to every question unless it was funnier to answer no.
At the end it said, "Congratulations! You have just completed your first review. You are now a member of Google Local Guides. We will contact you occasionally to review more great local places."
So, I'm a local guide, and Google keeps using my pictures and reviews. I like to send things like a shot of the trash cans at Jimmy John's or just fake reviews. One time I was at Starbuck's in Slidell and it asked me to review the nail salon it thought I was at. I gave it three stars cause "I didn't bleed much."
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