Just another trip down 200

 It started out like any other drive to Missoula, I did have a visit fron Donnie and Maria yesterday afternoon and they stayed the night , so I did have a plan on bathroom stops in case of emergencies, first was in Shelby, Town Pump. Upon entering the restroom there I encountered a 300 plus pound man standing in front of the sink wearing nothing more than previously Whitey Tighties, way previously. He was using the sink to perform a truckers ritual called a "Hobo Shower" using paper towels and lots of water , soap optional. I hoped he did not see my reaction in the mirror, it was one of horror , one doesn't usually like to look at the floor in such a place but I couldn't take my eyes off of it.     So out to purchase the obligatory item for the use of the Lavatory, as I approached the check out stand from seemingly nowhere came" Well hello sir how are you today?" I was shocked out of my stupor to see Cheryl, I call her that only because that was on her name tag. Pleasantries aside I was mesmerized, Speechless really I wanted to talk but couldn't because of other customers, so I stared at her hoping she would pick up on my Telapathy . I screamed thru my eyes" Cheryl you are average looking, and in Shelby that makes you a Beauty Queen, obviously you present a welcoming personality, For the love of God run don 't walk out of here if you stay much longer you will be turned into the bearded lady or Mrs. tattoo, or some other Freek in their Band of Freeks, "Alas I got my Bag of Chex Mix and walked away, as I pushed the oversized door open Cheryl waved and said"Have a great day".  Walking to the pickup I realized Cheryl was lost forever , just another in that very short list of "Town Pump Pretties".     Next rather urgent stop was in Vaughn, Sinclairs it was walking up to the door One couldn't help but notice a folding table with odds and ends on it, the lady turned to me and in a cigarette voice said " Cookies, want some ?"her manner was threatening, I knew I could beat her up, if it came to that . She presented a misshaped mouth with missplaced teeth, so I called her Missy. So I had two bags of week old cookies.  The rest of the way was uneventful as I pulled into East Missoula, my thoughts were thanks to that 300 pound glistening hunk of fat in Shelby  and Missy having the Osmonds along for the ride wasn't horrible. I called him Harry no name tag but a shitload of Hair.      Does this sound like I am judge mental or just observant. You decide!