I stopped for gas just across the California line, stepped out like always, and a young fellow came running up to me. I almost wet my pants.
“Oh, that’s right, I don’t pump my own here in Oregon.”
“No, ma’am. How much?”
While he pumped I stood outside my driver’s door. What was I supposed to do with myself? I looked around a bit, checked my nail polish, talked to BC, who seemed nonplussed. I’ll have to bring along my knitting next time.
Well, I made it! No breakdowns, no Out of Gas situations, great food along the way for a change. It only rained in California and now here a bit, but after Austin’s climate it’s all a welcome change.
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