2016 Road Trip, part 4: Leavenworth Adventures

Leaving Portland mostly consisted of having wonderful toast with smoked salmon and avocado at Roman Candle Baking. That healthy fare was immediately ruined with the addition of a milk shake from Salt and Straw. This is why I'm fat.

Next up was gas for the car. Since Oregon is completely full-serve, I opted to do that as my last act in Oregon - you know, to make it easier.

"What'll it be?"
"Fill it up."
"How will you be paying?"
"Cash."
"You'll have to go inside for that."
"Buh? Ok fine, I'll pay with credit card."
"Ok, you have to get out of the car to enter the card info."
"So, at what point does your so-called full service start being less effort for me than simply driving to a Yakima self-serve?"

Ok, I didn't actually say that last part, but I sure wanted to. What I did is sighed and entered my information because I really just wanted this to be over. Seriously, on those rare occasions when I get full service, I just say "fill 'er up", the guy fills my car and tells me how much it is, I give him money, he gives me change, and we both move on with our lives. This is how it's been my whole life, including the other times I've gassed up in Oregon. It's like this place was designed for self-serve only (everything pay-in-advance) and then they just added a bunch of attendants who's sole job was to hold the pump handle. I get that this was a make-work project for the state of Oregon (and I'm OK with that), but couldn't they at least behave like full service gas station attendants everywhere else in North America?

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