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How to Ask for Directions in Arkansas -- Writer's Poke #146

For Writers:

Strange things happen to me in Arkansas.

Here's just the latest example: Driving north on I-55, I was almost to the Missouri border when I noticed this Grand Prix speeding up behind me. The driver pulled up along side of me, and he motioned for me to roll down my window. Great, I thought, I must have a flat tire or something.

This is a rather desolate piece of highway, so other thoughts ran through my head, too, such as: Is this guy going to pull a gun on me and try to make me pull over? But fortunately, all the young man wanted was directions. He asked me how far away the Blytheville exit was, and I informed him that we had just passed it a couple of miles back. This conversation, mind you, was happening at 70 miles an hour.

He thanked me for the information, and then I watched as he sped up and exited the Interstate at the next available off ramp.

What is the weirdest (or most memorable) incident that has ever happened to you while driving?

"You see weird things driving... I never understood log trucks, sometimes you'll be out on the highway, you see two big giant trucks loaded with logs, and they pass each other on the highway... I don't understand it. I mean, if they need logs over there... and they need 'em over there, you'd think a phone call would save 'em a whole lot of trouble." -- Brian Regan


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