Up, out & about on our state exploration, hunting for some great trophies found.
Almost out of gas, pulling into a station I walk in and say, "I'm from Oregon an d I forgot how to pump my own gas." (working on my public relationship skills) My honesty brought out some smiles and Oh, I did figure out how to pump on......
Thank you to the friends who we enjoyed visiting with sharing of the outdoors.
The next trip we took up to Washington and I pulled into a gas station, my daughter leaned over and said to me, "Mom, we're not in Oregon, you have to pump your own gas."
Note...she did not want us to sit there till I realized oh yea, we haven't passed the border yet.
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