Driving around the Michigan countryside between Pinckney and Hell (there actually is a Hell, Michigan, and Between Pinckney and Hell sounds like it could be a Country song, eh?) Me Mom noticed a sign along the roadside: hidden drive ahead. "Can't be hid too good if they put up a sign about it," she rightly opined.
Indeed.
A while later we were eating our Sunday cheeseburgers at a McDonald's. We sat by the establishment's play place, which had slides and ladders and a ball pit for kids to play in. "Let's go down that slide," Mom said, pointing at the huge yellow tube which spun around three times to the right of the ball pit.
"I'd pay to see you do that," I responded jokingly.
"You'd have to, cause they'd have to pay me to do it," she answered with finality.
We have fun on our Sunday drives.
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