hello, I must be going

For whatever reason, the Shell gas station in Lake Oswego’s 1st Addition is often closed at odd times. Well, odd compared to when a reasonable person might expect them to be open. Thankfully, there’s another gas station on the way to West Linn, near *Curry in a Hurry.

I stopped by the other day on the way to the coast for a fill-up. It was quiet, so I started chatting with the attendant, a very nice looking man with a charming personality.

I explained how I’d recently been pulled over and received a lecture instead of a citation (“No really,” I told the flabbergasted officer, “I’ll take the ticket.”). He joined the chorus of Every Man I Have Ever Known in detailing his disgust at the fact that women “never” get speeding tickets. He also cautioned me about driving carefully over the pass and insisted that I drive over the coastal range during daylight hours only.

Everything was going swell until I asked him about his studies:

“So you’re student? Where do you go?”

He mumbled something that didn’t sound like Portland State, OHSU or any of the other universities that I’m familiar with. My confusion must have been evident, because he quickly explained:

“It’s the high school. Right up the road here.”

“Can I get my change?”


*Cheryl: “Curry in a Hurry is really very slow. So if you want Curry in a Hurry, go somewhere else.”