Into The Corn Maze

Ahhh, Fall.

The time when the leaves change, when pumpkin flavored everything appears, and the weather becomes a little cooler.

Oh, and let’s not forget the corn mazes.

We went in one over the weekend.

Tom took it seriously and studied the map. I’m glad he did because have I mentioned I’m awful with directions? (Readers might recall how I would have gotten lost in New York had my best friend Jennifer not led the way.)

My plan for the corn maze? To just walk around and hope for the best.

Tom’s plan? To figure out exactly where we were at each point so we wouldn’t take the wrong way and have to start from the beginning.

(That would be Tom staring at the map seriously.)

Had I led us, we’d have gotten lost and would have had to call 911 like that one family who couldn’t find their way out of a corn maze.

Or I’d have just charged through the corn. I’d have raised my purse in the air, given a speech like William Wallace about freedom, and would have instructed my family to CHARGE THE CORN.

As it is, I didn’t lead the group.

Tom did.

So we were in and out in less than fifteen minutes.

“That was easy,” Tom said as we emerged. “All you had to do was study the landmarks.”

What landmarks? All I saw was corn.

I suppose that military folk are trained to remember ordinary things so they won’t get lost.

Thank goodness someone in this family has a good sense of direction.