The Corn Maze!

I got lost in Lacombe after school today. I thought if I followed the directions in the corn maze I would make it safely through. But it was designed for people to walk around confused yet hopeful, only to realize they guessed wrong again. And it is fun. Terrance told me.
I didn't find Terrance till it was dark out and I had resorted to telling myself over and over that no one I had heard of had ever died, forgotten and lost in a corn maze.
That at some point it would all be over. Since I was hungry and tired and nervous, I followed my instinct which was to kidnap one of the maze supervisors and make him take me out of there. I had to be tricky about it because I wasn't very strong. On top of that Terrance, the Orange Jacketed Supervisor was 6"9 and Not Scrawny.















I kept chatting with him till he had walked me out. That is the reason I am home safe right now. Not huddled up under some 7 foot tall corn stalks in Lacombe.
Talking, in that instance, may have been the thing that saved my life.


In the maze, the guys in the orange jackets appear like angels from heaven. When it was still light, every time I said, "I sure wish a guy in an orange jacket would come by," Curtis would come around the corner. (He's the one beside Terrance.) He would offer solid advice and give us encouragement and then disappear.
Sometimes I would look up and see him watching over us from the tower.
It was comforting.
So that was how I spent tonight. Getting lost and then rescued.
Thank-you Orange Jacketed Men.
I thank you and all the people that I will give amazing manicures and pedicures to in the future thank you.
Getting me out of that fun corn maze alive was the right thing to do.