Hi Ygmir. I would love to visit you at the Hof. Looks like a Beautiful place.
We are getting along fine here. Ran out of propane again. the flying J on 9th west where we went to get some had lost the adapter so we could not get the tank filled there. No problem says the wannabe blonde at the counter. "There is another store just north of here. just get on there freeway and go north to exit 17 and it is right there. So we go north about 3 miles and pass exit 21. 2 miles later we pass exit 22. WTF??? So we turn around and find exit 17. And it goes back to her own store.
So we go to a micky D to get an internet connection and get a number for the Flying J in North Salt Lake and call them. Easy says the girl on the phone. (Probably a wannabe blonde too.) It is just off the freeway, exit 27 on redwood road. Well I an already on Redwood road so I ask what north or south that is. "It's at Northpoint Circle" she says. (yep, gotta be a wannabe blonde too).
"Great" I say, what north is that?"
"It's on Redwood Road." She says.
"Redwood road." I say. Yes says the girl, "you can't miss it." Right here my daughter, who can at least hear my end of the conversation, starts poking me so that I won't say anything rude.
So I tell blondie that I
am on Redwood road. There is a short moment of silence and then she says "Really? How far away are you?" My daughter again pokes me, this time really hard. "I don't know" I say. "What is the street number for Northpoint Circle?"
I am sure that a little tiny LED light finally went on over Blondie's head because she said, "I don't know, let me ask." Now we are getting somewhere, I thought. So she asks and I can hear a girl reply in the background. " Northpoint Circle." I am now really glad that I do not have stock in Flying J because I am sure that, with all those blondes, they will soon go out of business. Eventually I do get it out of her that they are on 350 north. "But" she says, "we do not have anyone who can dispense propane here until 6 am." It was already 1 am.
It is a good thing we have lots of blankets.
At 9 am we go up Redwood road about 10 miles to 350 north and there is no flying J. So I call the store again and a guy answers. And when I tell him my story he laughs and says that I have to go 5 more miles north to get there. When I get there and walk inside there is a blonde at the counter. I sure am glad she was not the one who dispensed the propane.
My apologies to all the real blondes out there. What a shame to be so badly stereotyped. 
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