A few days ago, me and some co-workers went on an excursion to the nearest Wal-Mart--across the border in Trinidad, Colorado. I purchased some necessities (shampoo, a sink stopper, a loaf of bread).
Afterward we tried to get on the freeway to go home, but our driver made a wrong turn. He ended up following a country road paralleling the interstate. Miles later, the road ended-- thirty feet from the freeway. So we turned around and went to Dairy Queen. It was all better.
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