I went to Barnes and Noble today and walked past this:
Y’all. MAPS. I felt like Jesse in Breaking Bad, “yo, Mr. White! It’s geography!”
There were maps of almost each state. Apparently someone with flip phone from 2002 is planning a road trip to some of the states beginning with A.
I remember taking trips with my husband over twenty years ago and trying to navigate with four different state’s maps AND an atlas (because my husband wasn’t playin’) was miserable because A) I am a horrible navigator and B) I don’t know where East, West, North, and South are and it hurts my feelings when I have to figure those out.
Most every time I open Waze, I thank the Sweet Mother of Global Positioning Systems that I am guided to my destination.
Then I noticed something:
Call me crazy (happens often), but Europe, Africa, and South and Central America tend to not fall within the borders of the United States.
Then I stood in front of the next section of maps. I was equally disappointed.
THE WORLD?
That’s it? That’s the map of the whole world? It folds up into a 3×8 rectangle? It’s as big as the Beijing map above it and Beijing is only one city. Our maps at Disney World were bigger.
Then there was this:
NEW ENGLAND.
In the “Maps International” section. Yes, I checked to make sure it wasn’t some new section of London, because what do I know? No, it’s our New England. Tom Brady’s New England. Clam chowder New England. New England tends not to be International.
That was my trip to Barnes and Noble. I got home and this is what I found.
Fitz the cat being all Rose from Titanic, “draw me like one of your French girls.”
Man, this day.
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