The Bug Juice tax. Every time Price goes inside the gas station, he always comes out with a pack of cigarettes and a Bug Juice for you. Just like now, where you wait in the car for Price to come back.

You sit in the back of a car, looking out the windows as the cool air blows on your face. Watching the doors of the gas station, Price walks out. He walks up to the car and gets in the front seat, leaning back to see you. “Here you go, Pumpkin.” He says, handing you a blue Bug Juice.