Why Don't We Ask For Directions?

Forgive me if I've already told this story but it's one of my favorites. When the girls were young we took them to Disneyland. We did the whole bit, staying until after the parade. So, there we are, at about midnight, leaving and there were no clear signs to get us back to the freeway and to our hotel. We passed a couple of gas stations that were still open but -- you know men -- John would not stop for directions. We drove around for a very long time, in a really bad neighborhood (where is John's gun now - when we need it?), until -- whew -- we finally got out of there and to the freeway. It was funny, scary, and crazy - and we survived.

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