Saturday she arranged for us to go to the Maize Maze in northern Mecklenburg County. Yeah, I know what you're saying: "Bob. That sounds like it would suck shitty chimpanzee ass. Don't do it!"
But, as I said, Carole has pretty much rarely steered me wrong on these little past-times, so without any objection at all I went with it.
And I know what you're saying: "But, Bob! It will be a miserable and pointless experience!"
Well, okay, you were right. It did suck. It was a miserable and pointless experience. Boring. Totally stupid. I won't repeat that mistake again.
Still and all...Carole is generally good on the cool things to do on a weekend.
|I go up on a stand to look down at part of the 7-acre maze. Did I mention this maze walk was to take place at night? We had flashlights and headlamps with us.|
|Corn. Imagine that.|
|Cute kiddie wagon.|
|Carole, Jackie, and Walter consult with other maze walkers.|
|Hm. More corn. At this point it began to rain. A lot. We quickly found a short-cut out of the fucking maze and drove home. Ah, well. You can't win 'em all.|
Fuck the fucking Maize Maze.