1991, gf and I are visiting Broken Bow Reservoir in the very SE corner of Oklahoma. (Stunning place BTW! Seriously.)

Me: “What in the world are all those tiny blue tents?”

GF: “Roosters for cockfighting.”

Me: “They still do that?!”

Later that night, outside our cabin.

Me: “What is that noise?!”

GF: “Roosters.”

Same trip, we hit a convenience store to inquire about an ATM. I’m watching the girls behind the counter point and laugh at her. I could SEE her turning red before she storms out the door.

“What the fuck was that about?”

“I explained that I use this card to withdraw money from a bank machine and they laughed at me!”

Poor gf. Imagine being genius-level IQ and growing up in Oklahoma.

Another funny thing about that trip; Two broke college kids only needed to scrouge $70 for gas all the way across state, 2 nights in a private cabin and a day’s boat rental. Imagine that.

Anyway, felt like telling a story.