I'm sitting in North Bend, WA. I heard on the CB that there was a tavern just down the road from the truckstop. Only a half a mile. Cool. I decided to walk down and check it out so I grabbed my cane and headed that way. It turned out to be more like two miles down the road.
I had a decent time even though I can't abide stupid laws that make one stand outside the bar to smoke. Damned stupid. Me, being me, struck up conversations with several of the patrons as well as the bar staff. Overall it was a pretty fun evening.
When it was time for me to leave I put on my coat, grabbed my cane, and started for the door. One of the regulars with whom I had chatted stopped me and offered me a ride back to my truck. I declined, telling him I didn't wish to put him out, but he insisted. He gave me a ride back to my rig.
Damned nice guy.
I really appreciated the ride back. You just don't meet that many truly nice people these days.