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I was touring south and west from Glacier National Park in Montana, trying to reach home, 800 miles away, in eight days.
I stopped for lunch at a typical roadside cafe, long counter with stools, half a dozen tables with chairs scattered around.
There were four other customers, all seated around one table at the far end of the counter. I sat down at the near
end of the counter and was looking at the menu when I heard a woman at the table say in a loud voice, "Come sit with us and
chat." I looked up and sure enough she was talking to me. I said, "Well thank you but I've been bicycling in this
heat for six hours now and probably don't smell very good." She said, "Hell, this is Montana. Nobody here smells
good, come sit with us." So I did.
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