For years my part of Detroit was vexed with one way streets. This caused certain minor and admittedly first world problems. We might, say, have to circle a four or six block area to come into the Shop or one of our satellite garages (at a given time we would have rented anywhere from 6 to 10 places smaller than the old barn to store welders and equipment) from a certain angle. Me Grandpa Joe called that going around the world.
"You gotta go around the world for that one," he'd instruct one of us once a welder was hitched up to a vehicle. True, it was a small world. But it was a nuisance, especially with a load, to drive five or six extra blocks when the trip might have been only one without dealing with the street directions which were working against you.
It gave Joe a chance to smoke a cigarette waiting for us. And I can honestly say that I've been around the world in record time several times. Even if you have to put an asterisk by it.
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