Friday Day 63 summary....Up at 4:00am, 3 1/2 hour drive to Portland, 8 hours on my ass in a training session, 3 1/2 hour drive back home. No desire to dip, but did have to resolve some oral fixation "memory craves" with wads of Trident. There was one guy in the training class across the room who thought he was ninja dipping, but I could totally tell he had a wad in...and I thought about out-ing him but just let it go.
At any rate, the most interesting part of the whole trip on the way out of town. Stopped at the "Flying J" truck stop outside of Portland, OR....billed as "The Classiest Truck Stop Ever"...ha ha. Not sure about that judging from the lot lizards I saw scurrying between Kenworths. At any rate I digress. So I gassed up the car, and yes had to go in to pee, and thought well hell I might as well load up on corn nuts, vitamin water and a pack of fig newtons. My 165 miles worth of road food. At the check out counter my eyes instantly went to the dip rack behind the counter. And I mean. This was the mother of all dip racks! Fuh-uck. It was huge....maybe 8 feet across from floor to ceiling. Every type of skoal, cope, Kodiak, I don't know what all...every damn flavor in the world and some I don't think I'd ever even seen before! Cans upon cans, rolls upon rolls. And then 2/3's of the way down the rack, the leaf tobacco took over from where the cans left off! Pouches of Red Man, Beechnut and other shit I didn't recognize. And then below that there was even more! The plug stuff! All I could think of was...shit...and they sell ALL of this shit on a daily basis. Truckers, hippies, farmers, ranchers, students, cops whoever. The sheer volume of chew in that one area was scary amazing. I stared it down, gathered up my purchases, collected my change and said "Game over. Today I win." The bearded guy at the counter (who had more tattoos than teeth) had no idea WTF I was talking about. It was the best start ever for my drive home! I quit with all you Resolutes ODAAFT. And you know what the "F" is for!!!
