Florida vs. Nevada
I was puzzled when my office receptionist asked if I was going on vacation.
It took a second to figure out, but it turns out they’d overheard me say I was “going to Florida” to meet my client.
As in Florida Avenue South, in St. Louis Park’s 2nd alphabet.
I told them that if I had the time, I’d much rather go to Nevada (about a half-mile west).
