An old Alaskan bowhunter finally makes his way down to the lower 48 States. On his way to California his trusty, rusty, pick-up truck stops running in a small Oregon Town. The Alaskan walks down the road and finds a gas station. The mechanic tells the man go get lunch at the diner acrossed the street. I'll tow your truck back here and have it figured out for ya by the time you get done. The Alaskan thanks the mechanic and heads acrossed the street for lunch. Once lunch is finished the man heads back to the garage, upon enterring the mechanic exclaims "Blown Seal" The Alaskan, blushing and wiping his face, says "NO! It's just tarter sauce from my fish sandwich."
