I cannot for the life of me figure out why people keep asking me for directions! One out of every three days I am asked for directions. Do I look like a local? Maybe. I have a theory:
Perhaps every town has this one guy who is, shall we say, a little touched in the head. He's highly functioning, maybe even has a part-time job at Wal-Mart. He gets to and from the local Wal-Mart on his 50-cc scooter. And he always wears his helmet! And he always wears his goggles.
Even though they hurt his nose!
And maybe, just maybe, he looks a little something like this:
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