This is what happened. We drove to Mt Hood to spend the night there at what happened to be a ski resort without realizing that the place was hella cold and snowy. And that they were expecting heavy snow the night we drove up there. And the snow fell and we almost got snowed in.
But that's not important because we did NOT get snowed in. We used the carpets below the seats to get the parked car out of the parking lot (greater friction, I think that's how it works). The road was hella slippery though, and so very dangerous. We saw somebody else putting chains on their tire so we figured we'd drive to the nearby gas station and get some ourselves.
The person in there took forever to find the winter chains for our tires. And then said they didn't have any. And then spent 15 other minutes to do it again. Something was happening. And then this random dude comes in and says it's really really scary out there, and three cars coming in from Portland had gotten into crashes because they weren't prepared. And then the guy, our guy, says oops we definitely don't have chains for your size, they'd be 40 bucks, but we do have tire socks but they cost 120 buckaroos.
Not like we had an option, so we bought those, put them on our tires in a matter of few short minutes, and went our way.
But it did feel like a bit more than co-incidence that a random guy comes riiight just in when they don't find our chain size. And then suggests we buy the most expensive freakin' option. So on and on and on.
The thing is, though, if they didn't want to sell, they didn't want to sell. And they coulda' charged us $100 for the snow chains for all we'd know and we'd be none the wiser. And it's not like they're getting commissions for the socks either, I doubt if they own the place to begin with. So why would they try to rip us off anyway.
Still the thing felt kinda slimy, I don't know.
Did we get ripped off? You decide! Comment below!
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