snakeplissken

The Polish Festival was fun today. It was warm and sunny and I felt generally pretty good overall. A couple of good polish beers, some fine grub, and my bestest buddies made things better. So did all the fine euroboobies and women eating sausage everywhere.

We also did a good job of making the strangers at our table uncomfortable through general discussion of our typical crude nature. The nail in the coffin was atomicant erotically feeding MisterSatan a kielbasa. Fucking prudes.

I stopped on the way home in Aurora at the Popeye's / gas station in the middle of no-where off I-5. Getting ready to go, some guy pounded on my passenger window. I rolled it down and let him speak. He said he was stuck getting down the road to Salem (23miles) as his debit card was declined. He was trying to give me a big stack of CDs for a gallon of gas. Hmm. I wasn't sure if he was panhandling or being straight with me, but he did indeed have a car with two others and panhandlers in this area are usually hippy drifters. And he wasn't exactly dressed like a drifter or anything and this station was pretty far from the city for a tweeker to be trolling for fix money. I was pretty sure he was legit, so I gave him a few bucks to get gas and told him to keep his Pink Floyd. He did a little dance and shouted back to the others at his car that they could get home and etc.

Did I get suckered? Maybe. Maybe not. I really don't know. If I did it isn't the first time and probably won't be the last. If not I made someone's shitty day a hell of a lot better for the cost of a few bucks. I fucking probably would have spent it on something dumb like internet porn or grain alcohol.