My wife and I had just rolled into town. “Visit lovely Casper, Wyoming” said the leaflet that had gotten us there.
4 night stay at the most exclusive hotel in town, and $200 in gift cards at the fanciest bar and restaurant, just half a block away.
For those who live in Chicago, or New York, all that may sound ridiculous, a laughable parody of what the words fancy and exclusive truly mean. But we are from Oregon, and not the part with city lights. We are from the part of Oregon with cows, and shit, and more cows, and more shit. Even Casper Wyoming sounds appealing if it means you get 4 nights without the smell of cows and shit. So, when the church had a raffle, and the top prize was “Visit lovely Casper, Wyoming”, well, we signed up. And we won. And we drove for 2 days straight. Now, all I wanted was a cold shower in the most exclusive hotel, and a nice steak dinner at the fanciest bar and restaurant. I was out for blood. All that shit I smelled, might at least get a bite of the cow.