Once again, I was lost, this time in a strange city — apparently, I was trying to drive from somewhere down south all the way to Vermont. We park the car and my companion (a guy totally unknown to me, by the way) asks a traffic cop the name of the city at which we've arrived. The policeman says to my friend, "ay, ya" and my friend says to me, and I quote this lunatic absurdity absolutely verbatim, no embroidery whatsoever, 'He says we're in ay-ya, which is West Indian for New Brunswick, New Jersey."
"West Indian for New Brunswick, New Jersey?" Goodness gracious, is that creative, or what? Another brilliant achievement of my dreamatorium.
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