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Sep 2013
We had a  State fair map that did not have all the streets listed.
My pulse  seemed to quicken when pressed by the crowds on every side.
We needed to catch the bus on time.
We tried to press through the crowd but they were slower than a snail
  I got more anxious with each passing minute and felt like biting my nails
  My friend failed to meet us at the designated meeting spot.
   My cell phone kept  cutting out.
    I was so frustrated, I felt like I  might  shout
    I wondered what to do.
    I asked for directions a time or two.
    Those directions got us more lost and brought us by the wrong gate.
     We turned around and headed a different way
      I got so upset I mumbled under my breath if we miss the bus we are *******
      Just as i was about to give up hope I saw the channel 11 news booth.
      I felt like someone there might show us the way
      I walked up to some guy who was standing by the wall
      I don't even remember if he was short or tall
      I asked him for directions
     We rushed out of the booth  I  don't remember if I thanked him
      We followed his directions and soon made it out through the right gate
       We met my friend near the bus
       We caught the bus with  not a minute to spare
        This concludes the Real Life drama of being lost at the fair.
Ann M Johnson
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Ann M Johnson  Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
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