My husband and I were driving through Montana on our way to western WA state, and we needed gas. Closest gas station was in this tiny ass town I can't even remember the name of.

Let's just say I know small rural towns. The one I'm from in TX has 101 people in it. My school (pre k-12th) had 50 kids in it, most of them in foster care. The town was run down and crappy. Everyone lived on farms outside of the town limits.

This tiny ass town in Montana was smaller than the one in TX. It had ONE gas station that was also a tiny diner, store (sold ammo, liquor, all kinds of stuff! I smelled weed, too), and rest stop. It had a bunch of really shady people that kept eyeing our car, and watching us just in case we left it alone.

Needless to say... my husband and I took turns using the restroom, and kept a solid eye on the vehicle :P Then we got the hell out of there. I've gone walking on the back acres of big ass cattle farms. I've been surrounded by herds of cows being sized up.

That's what it felted like. Freaked me out.