Let me start that we did not travel to any well-known Oklahoma town in which everyone knows the name. We traveled to a tiny town so small that Google Maps couldn’t even find. The town, Stigler Oklahoma, about a two- two and a half hour drive south east of Tulsa. When being told about this trip I was advised it was going to be a great week for blogging, little did I know. Enjoy!Day OneWe land in Tulsa about 3 pm Oklahoma time, and about a half hour late. No big deal, we didn’t really have anywhere to be.Austin and I leave the terminal and start heading to baggage claim/car rental pick up. All of the sudden the car rental sign says turn left and baggage claim straight ahead. We proceed straight. Get to the baggage claim area, and realize just what we walked into. A guy obviously from Oklahoma goes up to his wife/girlfriend and says, “look babe we took Vegas,” as he takes out a stack of 100 dollar bills. Now anyone that has lived in the real world is smart enough not to show a terminal full of strangers that you have more than $2 in your pocket. I shake it off and grab my bag.As we see the one and only sign in baggage claim that reads car rental straight ahead, we proceed. It takes us outside and into an underground parking unit. As we approach the Budget counter, a girl who looks very much confused looks at us and says, “y’all havta go inside. I ain’t got no keys out here.” Ummm okay…. we walk back inside, take the elevator back upstairs and return to the same level (different section) as the baggage claim was. I am thinking what kind of backwards place sends you outside when you really just needed to go right?While Austin waits to get the car I see a Starbucks, I figure I will get one last good cup of coffee before we head to the one horse town known as Stigler. I get to the counter and order, “a grande drip on ice, leave room for cream & sugar.” I thought that was a pretty easy order. The girl responds with a confused face, “so do you want our ice coffee or our drip over ice? Because they are different.” Now wait ladies and gentleman let’s rewind to what I ordered. “grande drip over ice.” I look at her and say as polite as possible, “the drip over a cup of ice.” I proceed to pay with a Starbuck’s gift card bc I only have $100, and knew they wouldn’t have change. Apparently LA has advanced way beyond the Mid-West bc the girl looked at me and said, “I don’t know what this is.” I didn’t want to even try to explain that to her, I had just woke up and gotten lost with the retarded signs, so I go to pay with my $100. And like I had guessed, no change. I tell the girl, “ok, make my drink I will be right back with a smaller bill.” I get back and there is a tall, hot coffee sitting on the counter, full mind you. I ask her if it is for me, and she replies, “yeah!” At this point I don’t even care anymore and walk away. I figure the coffee didn’t make up for the aggravation. We get our car and start the drive to Stigler.Once we arrive in Stigler I tried to call my mom, she worries and I wanted to let her know I was safe. Little did I know there are actually places in the US the not even Verizon can reach. Absolutely NO service! I then spot our Motel, some disgusting place on the outside of this tiny town. Whatever, it’s not like we are in Vegas. We go to check in, and the gentleman ahead of us made the mistake of asking about the internet connection. The lady behind the counter gave him the confused look, that I have come to call the “Oklahoma look” and replies, “I believe we have dial up.” OKAY people, common. Its 2007. Most places have DSL if not wireless DSL. I don’t really mind because I have my wireless air card, that is slow but still faster than their dial up. Enough is enough for one day. I head to our room, turn in my online homework and call it a day.Our fansy motelDay TwoI wake up early to go to work, but first we stop off to have a little breakfast. Meaning the motel’s continental breakfast, consisting of cereal, packaged donuts, rotten bananas, toast/bagels, hot chocolate, coffee, 2% milk. Yummmm, not! While suffering through my cereal with 2% milk I over hear two locals talking. This woman says, “Did you hear I hit Cathy’s dog yesterday!” The old man, “Oh really? Did it live?” The lady, “Yes, I believe they are taking it to the vet this afternoon.” Okay wait… you hit a dog with a car and wait 24 hours to take it to a vet. Where the hell am I?Later that day Austin and I get the enjoyable task of driving back to Tulsa to pick Austin’s dad up from the airport. On our way to the airport we witness a teenaged boy get hit by a car. I could not believe my eyes! A lady driving a truck hits this kid and he rolls off of the car and onto the side of the road. It was like something out of the damn movies. The best part of the whole thing was that the driver was obviously not driving too fast because the kid wasn’t bloody at all. Just lost his shoe in the middle of the road and was laying on in the grass moaning. Now you tell me, what kind of idiot hits a person in broad daylight, and what kind of idiot gets hit by a bright red truck in broad daylight? Moore over do you think they waited 24 hours before taking him to a doctor? Again this was the only excitement of that day, but hey hearing about a dog and seeing a person get hit by a car seems like a lot going one. Keep in mind my friends there are only about 6,000 people with in the 3 towns all this excitement took place in.Day ThreeIts Wednesday morning and again I am enjoying some yummy cereal and 2% milk for breakfast. We head out to the yard to make sure all is in place for the auction the next day.I don’t know how many people came in and asked such stupid questions for example; “Are y’all havin’ an auction out here or somethin’?” hmmm I don’t know, that could explain all the equipment lined up in pretty rows with big numbers on them, and the huge flags that say PASSY AUCTIONS. But naw there isn’t an auction.So in order to have our internet sales at some of these small towns we must use broad ban cards through different providers. I have an express (a smaller sized card) that I take everywhere it my laptop. Austin and I were unaware that our coworkers had slots for regular sized and express sized broad ban cards. So as we go to transfer service from my express car to a regular sized card its not working. Long story short Austin spends the entire afternoon on the phone with verizon bc now neither card will work. It turns out that we were in a spot that verizon couldn’t activate either card! Now come on, verizon is like the largest network imaginable and they cant activate our cards. Makes you wonder just were the hell we were. We end up driving and hour and a half to stop on the side of the road once we had service to activate the card. You would think this would be the kicker of the day, but oh no just you wait.We are heading back to the motel and there really is nowhere to eat close by. So I choose Pizza Hut so I can at least have a salad. After we eat, and its no wonder the entire population is over weight the vegetables suck at best. We go to the counter to pay the bill. This girl who looks to be about 17 or 18 helps us. As I hand her the credit card I see her looking at the tattoos on my wrists and finger. She finally says, “What does that mean?” While pointing to her left wrist. I say, “Its Hebrew for cheers to life.” With the Oklahoma look on her face she says, “Oh.” After about a 30 second pause she looks at me, even more confused and asks, “So are you like Hebrew?” Hold on one FUCKING second. I understand I was in a small town, they might not have the best internet connection, and not everyone goes to college. But give me a fucking break! Is anyone really that fucking ignorant? I have heard the old saying, ignorance is bliss, but I did not think people really lived by it. Needless to say I just shook my head and walked away.Day FourThe fourth day was the auction, and honestly I was way too busy to notice anyone specific. But there were some crazies.I was just happy when the day was over and we could take a some what hot shower and lay down in our some what clean room. ☺However we did make a pit stop for dinner at this place called, The Eaton Hole. And it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. OMGI cannot even explain it, just image a place in Oklahoma called “The Eaton Hole, where you can eat like a king.” It was very apparent that the women working there and their costumers did eat like kings.Day FiveFinally time to come home!I could not wait to finally be back to some kind of civilization. But little did I know.While sitting at T.G.I.F. in the airport, I hear this table of men, grown men, next to me debating what to order. Normally this might not sound odd. However, I hear one say, “So what’s good here?” I mean its not like we are at a 5 star restaurant and he didn’t understand. It’s a pretty simple menu; burger, stakes, and salads. That’s it folks. I didn’t say a thing, just giggled to myself. But those poor guys just kept attracting my attention. Later I we hear the o so popular Barenaked Ladies song. One man asks, “Who sings this?” His friend replies, “Pantera.” Ummm okay not even close to the same genre of music.At any rate we made it home safe and sound, with a new experience under our belts.I just don’t recommend going to Stigler, not even to those I hate.