Day at the subway

Late one morning, Mr. Wiggly went to the subway station. Not many people know about this place, since, I guess, it doesn't really exist. Well, anyway, Mr Wiggly went there to see if there was anyway he could buy a plane ticket to Tokyo. He'd never been there before, so he thought it to be a good idea.

It took him a while to find the dang station, not existing and all, so he was already frustrated when he finally got there. He took the staircase at the back of the entrance to go down to where you purchase plane tickets to Tokyo. He was pissed to find that there was a long-ass line at the Tokyo booth. So he waited, cuz he really wanted to go there. After 5 1/2 hours of kids crying, people getting divorced, and 7 people having babies, he was ready to buy his ticket.

The guy at the booth told him they had just sold their last ticket. Mr. Wiggly was devastated! After pulling himself together from 3 minutes of sobbing, the guy asked him if he would like to go to Alabama instead.

"Alabama?!?!" Mr. Wiggly shouted, "Why the hell would I want to go to Alabama?!"

"Because," the guy at the ticket booth explained, "it's not Utah."

"Oh."

Mr. Wiggly pondered for a moment, and then, "Yes, I suppose you're right. Sure why not."

"Lovely choice Mr. Wiggly!"

So Mr. Wiggly left the subway station and went to Alabama.

What we learned from this adventure: Guy's at ticket booths suck. I mean, Alabama? Come on now!