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So I'm taking the trash out and a car drives up to me and the driver asks "Excuse me, sir [I don't like being a sir], is this Emerald Park?"
I'm kind of confused because she's in the parking lot of an apartment complex, which very obviously isn't a park. So I assume she means the nearby Emerald Glen Park and I give her directions.
I'm heading back in, having done my good deed for the month when suddenly it dawns on me that the name of our apartment complex is of course Emerald Park (which, to kind of take the stupid out of it, is a name that I only ever see when we renew our lease papers every year).
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