When is enough enough?

          I was in Savannah, Georgia, in my 20s with a couple of girlfriends, just passing through on our way from Florida to a wedding in North Carolina. We got lost and asked for directions. I was driving and I said, “I don’t care where I have to go, please don’t make me cross that bridge.” The gas station attendant (this was 1974—there was such a thing) told me I wouldn’t have to go anywhere near the bridge, much less cross it.
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