As I mentioned last time, Brent and I drove for hours through the Cascades to get back to our kids’ house. Construction detours, rain, no cell service, verrrrrry spotty map info, snacks but no real lunch… Relief flooded us when, at about 1:00 PM, we finally came to Packwood–an actual town.
To our delight, we spotted a scruffy old pizza-and-burger place with beat-up pickups and motorcycles parked out front.
In a charming bit of anachronism, the ladies’ room boasted a contemporary wall-mount foam soap dispenser and a sleek cylindrical paper towel holder.
In due time, I washed my hands and reached under the cylinder for the corner of paper towel that should be sticking out. I didn’t feel any.
Adrenaline jolted me halfway across the room. Clearly, this was an alien abduction.
I regained my balance. Thankfully, both the shrill engine noise and the blue light faded away. Once my heart started beating again, it dawned on me that the “paper towel holder” must really be a warm-air hand dryer.
What I’d really like to know is how on earth the appliance revolt spread clear to the state of Washington. It’s like they knew I was coming.
Must be the aliens.
I’m no dummy… I wiped my hands on my pants.
If you’re ever in Packwood, Washington, be sure to stop at Cruisers Pizza. The food and people were great. (Click here for their Facebook page.)
But you might want to steer clear of the “paper towel holder” in the ladies’ room.
Thanks for reading,