As for the other gas station encounters, on the first day we stopped to refuel in Sheridan, Wyoming. A lady randomly declared to me that she was a blood donor. All I could think was "Why is she telling me this?" when I remembered I was wearing a blood donor t-shirt from the Spokane blood bank! I'll write more on being a blood donor later.

The other two were on a trip to Montana just a few days before the big trek across the country. A man in Missoula, Montana wanted to know if there was ethanol in the gasoline. It turns out he is a corn farmer from Iowa and wanted to be sure to use products his industry produces. The other, also in Missoula, Montana, wanted to know how to get to Starbucks, which was funny because it was literally next door to the gas station.

Missoula's Gas Station & Starbucks (Google Maps)