Back in 1984 my sister went to check out Yale University in New Haven, CT. We got lost and were on Iranistan Ave. As we pulled over to ask directions from someone, the guy blurted out "شما ایرانی هستید؟", probably due to my aunt's accent. We thought it was a cool coincidence of meeting an Iranian on that avenue. The avenue still exists. Looking it up now, Iranistan was also a Moorish Revival mansion in Bridgeport, Connecticut. It burned down in 1857.
It had taken a couple of weeks of negotiation but Joe finally got the deal he wanted and drove out of the dealership in his brand new Explorer. His girlfriend knew his real motivation for buying a utility vehicle was because he loved to go four-wheeling on Saturdays with his friends and felt a little conspicuous when he was always doing the "riding" and never the driving. Joe arrived and ran into her house as excited as a nine-year-old boy with his first bicycle. Mary was working at her computer as Joe came up behind her, gave her a big kiss on the cheek and said, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go! Let's go for a ride." They jumped into the Explorer and headed out of town. After a few minutes, Joe pulled over to the side of the road and invited Mary to drive. She got behind the wheel and found that she really enjoyed the sensation of sitting up so high with a great view of everything ahead of her. Joe instructed, "Hang a left here" and as Mary follow...
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