State Line Flying J



I saw you last Wednesday night at about 8pm. You were wearing a yellow
visability vest standing in line behind me, you let someone else go ahead
of you to the next line because you were going to work but said you were
not in a hurry. I was in line in front of you, long pony tail, blue
shirt/tan pants (dress code for work). I was waiting for extra sauce on my
meatball order. We talked about gas milage, your motorcycle, both of our
cars, mine was dark green parked next to your motorcycle (white and blue)
and your work at a Washington trucking company (nights). Got the impression
you were single and would like to continue talking, if so leave a
message/number at Flying J, most of them know me as the woman who comes in
for water and lemon flavor almost every night.

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