In That Great Magnetic Field


Thanks to Big Earl T. for his ever-vigilant eye for the absurd.

The reservation phone number is six digits.
To be fair, it doesn’t say which direction they’ll watch it go.
At least he reads. Mine find my writing “pedestrian” and “pedantic,” whatever that means.
“Hi, I’m looking for the driving school?”
“It’s just down the street and turn right.”
“Wait, no, next to the marina.”