28Jan09

A farmer on his first visit to New York came out of the Grand Central Station into the confusion of Forty-second Street, and after standing somewhat bewildered for a few minutes walked over to a traffic officer and said, "Mister, I want to go to Central Park."
"All right," said the officer. "You can go this time, but don't you ever, ever ask me again."



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