So Wayne and George and I have decided to drive to Florida--in our golf cart. When we get to South Carolina, we discover that we're lost, and the only map we can find is on a tourist postcard. The lady at the Sutckey's won't let me look at it until I've paid for it.
"I think we need to go through Pennsylvania," Wayne says.
We look at the map together.
"See," he shows me, "and then into Connecticut."
Turns out, they're contiguous.
"No," I argue, "that's the way we go when we're driving from Ohio."
In the end, we decide to drive the golf cart back to New York and get the car. It looks like rain, anyway.
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