This is the story of the road that goes to...
Osceola.
First, let me say, DAMMIT.
There.
Now, then. Osceola, WI is not so far away.
It's just that I missed a turn along the way because hours earlier, I sat at my desk and copied the directions on to a post-it note. The very important turn marked "Osceola" tempted me even as I drove past. Oh, no you don't, I thought. I know exactly what happens when I follow my intuitions. So I continued 40 minutes up the road until I broke down in a gas station parking lot.
I have to stop here and say that this story is too distracting because the town's name reminds me of areola.
The End.
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Remember that girl at confirmation who's last name was Areola?
That was distracting too.
For real! Change your name before you have children!
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