Josh was disappointed that this was the result of Googling the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies.
Odd selection of maps for an Esso station in Eirie, PA, he thought.
Determined to get over having AGORAPHOBIA, she walked to the nearest Travel Agency and decided …THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!!
Why was her parents’ world so small, thought Jessie, vowing her future would take her closer to the Alps than the Adirondacks.
What parallel universe was this – where was the Map to the Stars homes here on the corner of Sunset & Vine?
Staring at her wall of shame, she wondered how no boyfriend had made it past one trip.
Every serial killer has a pattern and Stacy was no exception.
Luke, wearing khakis, boat shoes and a fanny pack, waited for the completely disinterested clerk to walk by so he could move the stack of Moab South maps aside to collect the key that opened a locker with over twenty ounces of cocaine in it.
With the map neatly spread out across the steering wheel, he couldn’t see the looming Joshua tree ahead.
After 11 years working for Nat Geo, Judy really impressed herself, and her cats for sure, with the selection her collection of weekly office thefts had accumulated, though she still shuddered thinking about what she had done to get Hank the security guy to help her out with the display racks.
Each month when Hanna walked over to the AAA building to pay her car insurance bill, all she could think of as she passed all the maps of all the cool places is, “I can barely pay this car insurance bill” and promised herself that she would just MAIL it in next time…
Maps filled her heart with longing and a sense of possibility, and yet, and yet, she loved the view from her balcony so thoroughly that she relegated her own collection to decorate her walls and they became beautiful abstractions.
Staring at the wide assortment, I remembered that paper maps would not leave a search trace on my phone or computer, and I knew my future freedom was just an arm’s reach away…all I had to do was pick one and follow it.
The map display slowly gathered dust as intrepid explorers ignored the archaic navigation aids.
Brad walked out of the store disgusted, “Absolutely the worst selection of magazines of any adult book store I’ve ever been to.”
On his first trip to the West Coast, Luka was stunned at the overwhelmed by the cornucopia of perfect places to dump a body.
In oldeny times, people had to carry around maps printed on paper, and the were so big that they had to fold them up.
DOH! “They were,” not “the were.”
“Baja North, Baja South, Mojave, Moab South – I just need to know where the closest California Pizza Kitchen is,” Peter lamented as he looked down at the dead iPhone in his hand.
Mateo called to his mother as she paid for gas, cigarettes and Cheetos, “So, these are paper GPSs or some sh*t?”
Brayden broke down in tears and he passed the maps, realizing he would never mount Whitney again.
As Sally, with bright expectant smile, left to use the truck stop restroom, Phil thought to himself, “Okay, if it’s pink, I’ll need the Belize map.”
As he perused the bevy of maps before him, Peter knew that he was under the thumb of severe depression, even Weminuche Wilderness didn’t look interesting.
Comments are closed.