Young dude rolls into an old-fashioned gas station. Puts down his window. A gray haired attendant, bare-chested under denim overalls, shuffles toward the car.
OLD DUDE: Fill 'er up? YOUNG DUDE: Sure. How do I get to False Key? OLD: Pop your gas cap. No such place. YOUNG: Guy in Homestead said somewhere south. GPS can't find it. OLD: (inserts nozzle) Whacha think you're gonna find there? YOUNG: (shifts uncomfortably, glares) What's it to you? OLD: Keep your fins on, sonny. 'Bout a mile past the Dairy Queen, take a right at the pearl statue. Over the bridge, if it ain't high tide. YOUNG: Statue of a pearl? OLD: Sign says Mermaid Key. YOUNG: Why'd they change it? OLD: (pulls out, shrugs) Check your oil? YOUNG: Nah. Thanks for the directions. OLD: (shakes his head) Don't thank me yet. GET MORE FALSE KEY
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