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Sooo...
I had two interesting things happen today.
The first occurred at the newly opened bank next my house, one with a spiffy new drive through ATM. I was in a hurry and zipped through to get some lunch money, figuring it would be a nice quick stop. I do my thing at the machine and, when it spit out my $20, it got caught inside the machine and ripped in half when I grabbed it. It took almost a half hour at the bank while they opened the machine and tried to find the other half, to prove I wasn't scamming them, I suppose. Did I mention that I went there because I was late and thought it would a quick stop?
The other thing is one of those strange coincidences. I've been working on a short story for the past few days (which, BTW, I posted a couple of days ago. If you haven't read it yet, please don't. It's been reworked extensively and the version I posted is awful. Forget that post ever existed, please!)
Anyway, for some reason, I decided to give the main character a southern way of speaking and at one point, where I needed a location, I just put in a ficticious place called "Jasper's Creek, up off of Highway 17.
So today, I decide to google "Jasper's Creek" and the only reference I can find is from the 1800's in coastal N. Carolina. "Interesting", I thought, but of course a place called Jasper's Creek would be in the south, right? It just has that sound. The strange part was when I found out that Hwy. 17 runs near the coast in the same area of N. Carolina. I totally pulled that location out of my ass and it was a bit of a shock.
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