I flew into Billings in the early evening, drove to Powell, checked into the hotel eagerly awaiting the morning and seeing the sights. After a great breakfast which for some reason always tastes better at 4500 feet and above, I jumped in the car to start my first foray into the Great State of Wyoming.
My travels started with such great expectations until I noticed as I was driving towards Basin, about to pass the gentleman driving a nice shiny red Chevrolet Pick-Em-Up truck when the driver gives me the finger!

I couldn’t believe it… Generally it takes talking to me for at least 5 minutes before someone does that. This was my first drive by fingering and it wasn’t pretty.
I’m a grown man and shook it off, as you’d expect. OK-OK maybe I did have to pull over for a few minutes, but no problem, I do carry tissues with me! By the way, have you ever noticed while driving around the Great State of Wyoming you can’t just pull over anywhere? I saw one guy who parked on the side of the road and the car rolled on its side. I was going to get out and help until I saw the license plate and realized it was a Michigan-der!

Anyway I digress…
So here I am driving along the highways and byways and every vehicle I pass give me the finger, some with a smile on their face. Man that’s just so cold! I was about ready to give em the finger right back when a cautionary thought came to me. I mean, once you consider a newborn in the Great State of Wyoming’s first bottle is in the shape of a rife with Winchester emblazoned on the side. All of a sudden the thought of returning the finger in kind seemed like a very bad idea!
Now are you with me here friends and neighbors? All day long I’ve been driving around passing cars and every one of which is giving me the finger! I wasn't far from the dreaded "finger fetish" I can tell you that right now!
So here I am in a little town in a little restaurant where the special of the day is chilly. So I order the special and here’s this guy sitting behind me telling a local “how they do it in California”! Are you kidding me… Here I’m out getting the finger all day and now I have to listen to how they do things in California? Am I in some kind of space-time continuum or what? This guy was talking about living in a semi-rural area and requested the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on his road. The reason: "Too many deer were being hit by cars" and he didn't want them to cross there anymore.”
Oh and have you had Wyoming Chilly? That stuff would take the chrome off a trailer hitch! What it did to my stomach is a conversation for another day and another forum.
So I ask you the question… Why do they hate me so in Wyoming? I tried to cowboy up but that’s no easy thing when your wearing a striped green Polo pullover, orange shorts and flip-flops. And I must tell you honestly my trip back to Powell was sadly a reenactment of my initial driving experience. I felt like I was giving everybody the Piece sign and they were only returning half of it! Never have I been so fingered...
To make matters worse, just before going back to my room I went to the local grocery store and put a bar of soap, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a pint of milk and a frozen TV dinner in my cart. As the cashier was ringing up the items she says, “I bet you’re single.” I asked her how she could tell, because of my purchases? She said “No it’s because you’re goofy-looking.” Don’t you hate when that happens?
So please tell me, “Why do they hate me so in Wyoming”?
Harry aka "Man of many Fingers"...