Leaving Oregon

Parting shots from Oregon. I pulled out this morning and hit a couple of old growth redwood groves. Big ass trees will make you make a noise all the way from the diaphragm… “WwwRrrrrrroooowwwwzzzaaaa!”

The peoples of Brookings were constantly staring at me… like I was from another planet. I could not even figure out how they would even know I was from another planet. Oh well… maybe I had a boog hanging. I don’t know but the way to navigate this 21st century human experiment is through humor and humility.

Speaking of humility… in the Oregon they have full service gas attendants. I’m not used to it and it make me feel a bit awkward. “I… I… I… can do it!!!” So… anyboop… the gas kid walked up to my window and asked if I wanted regular and he took my card. I don’t know what to do with myself during this exchange… so I checked my email… noth’n! The kid came back with my card and said “here you go…” I thanked him and started the car… amd put it in drive… and ‘boom!’ “What hell?!?”

Ummmm… JoeCool here drove away with the gas pump thingy still in my car gas hole. Swell. The kid walked up and politely said “ummmm… I wasn’t done yet.” He grinned and said “if you still want gas you have to go over there cuz this pump no longer works.”

Ok… I wasn’t quite embarrassed enough considering the circumstance but too embarrassed to actually jump out and take a picture (like I really wanted to!). I did leave and decided to reign down destruction on another gas station, another town and another state just down the road. Maybe that’s why the town folks are staring…

Next episode… me trying to capture a mermaid by leaving peanut M&Ms and a Pablo Neruda poem on a Northern California beach.