When the manager of a local travel agency called to tell me that the highly sought after position I had applied for was mine, I could not contain my excitement! He went on to give me instructions on how to be fitted for my uniform and gave me directions to the place I could pick it up.
In my rather overly enthusiastic state, I quickly scribbled down the directions to a little town called Lowell, Georgia, a ninety minute drive from my home.
The next morning I began my trip following the sketchy directions I had written down. Two hours into my journey I found myself hopelessly lost on a one laned country road . Seeing a rusty green dinosaur sign ahead, I veered into a run down filling station.
Two rather undistinguished fellows sat leaning back in chairs against the run down building. I cautiously rolled down my window (just a crack) as one of them moved towards my car.
"Hello", I called, "I'm obviously lost. I'm looking for Lowell...can you help me?"
The fellow told me to wait just a second as he disappeared into the rundown store. I sighed with relief . . ."He must be getting me a map," I thought . . .and I tossed my directions into the floor.
After five minutes ticked by, a different fellow with slicked back hair parted in the middle emerged from the store. His dirty shirt was tucked neatily into his pants and the smell of cheap men's aftershave poured through my open window.
Placing one hand on the hood of my car he looked down through my window and asked, "Can I help you little lady?"
After swallowing the HUGE walnut sized lump in my throat, I politely replied, "I'm lost, I've been trying to find Lowell". A wide grin came across the old guys face as he straighted up and proudly announced . . .
"Well, yore'a looken at him!"
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