We were walking through the maze, enjoying ourselves, when an “A-Maze-In-Corn” employee (read: 15-year-old kid in a reflector vest) morphed out of the corn with his walkie talkie.
“Are you smoking?”
Meg: “Uh, um, what?”
“Are you smoking?”
Meg: “You mean….cigarettes?”
“You can’t smoke cigarettes in the corn maze, because then you’ll start a fire, and then you’ll be stuck in a corn fire.”
Meg: “Oh, well it won’t be us because we aren’t smoking cigarettes.”
Priceless, Meg.
