How my drive home went.
On the second day of my drive home, I stopped at an out of the way gas station just off the freeway. And by "out of the way" I mean that it was the only physical structure visible and was surrounded by trees. I was the only customer. This being Oregon, a scruffy young man came out to fill my car with gas. He was the only person working there. I began to hear the Friday the 13th theme. Literally. After a moment, I realized it was his ringtone.