This is gonna be a good day. Lots of good stuff on today's itinerary and not a lot of driving.
I stop at one of those phone booth-sized drive-up espresso stores for a cup of coffee and, after staring at the menu selections
for what seemed an eternity, saying,
"I don't want any fancy coffee. Just coffee. Heavy on the milk, light on the sugar."
While she's making my coffee, I glance at the menu. They sell salmon eggs here. What the hell are salmon eggs? I mean,
I KNOW what they are, but what are you supposed to do with them? Is it like caviar? You supposed to eat them? And if so, why
is an espresso drive-thru selling them? Maybe they're a local thing -- like gummy eggs or chocolate covered-something.
After collecting my coffee, I ask the girl what salmon eggs are. She tells me that they're eggs from salmon. Thank you. I did
not know that.
"No," I say. "I mean, what are they? You supposed to eat them?"
Laughing, she tells me they're for fishing. For fisherman. Apparently, salmon eggs are good bait. Who knew?
