Gassy O
Getting gas in Oregon is a hassle. There’s no self-serve and you gotta wait for some snot-nosed kid to quit picking his nose before sauntering over to ask what you need. Um, gas, dude. And the ‘tude you get if you ask for quick a squeegee on the windshield, sheesh. But thankfully here in California gaspumping is much quicker. All you gotta do is hold your watch up to the gas pump and do your own damn squigging.
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