Last night we took a trip to Winter Garden and ate at a Mexican restaurant name Tosquitoes. There were four kids (13 to 17) who played music for tips. The food was great. The music was great.
I had heard great things about Winter Garden and wanted to check it out should we ever decide someday in the far future we might want to move there. I researched all the houses we could afford so we could see what the neighborhoods looked like. I then plotted a map for the most efficient investigation as we drove around town.
Unfortunately, we didn't see much because everything was in gated communities.
Disappointed, we decided to head back to our house. Doing so requires taking a toll road. As we approached the toll booth we had two choices: speed pass or exact change.
I slowly approached the exact change lane because I didn't know how much it cost. It said Lane Closed. I didn't want a ticket so I started backing out of the ramp. But as I saw how fast the cars were coming I realized that wasn't an option.
We returned to the booth. I didn't know what to do. So I started tossing quarters into the net. After ten quarters the booth still wouldn't let me pass! What was I to do? I hit the gas and floored it, squeezing out of the booth. The booth's loud klaxon alarm started firing and red lights were blinking. My hope was if I blew through the booth fast enough my license plate would be a blur on the camera and I won't get a ticket! Now, I will probably get a ticket for not paying the toll and for speeding.
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