A character that looked liked Harvey Pekar, trapped in the ticket booth in Greenville, SC, with nothing more than a fan to cool his balding and combed over head, sent me on a wild goose chase. I asked him where the media entranee was was and he sneered, "Scouts and guys like you go around that way. This sent me across railroad tracks, around the park and left me to squeeze through a gate whose duty it was to protect and serve the garbage compactor. OK. He got me. But I got a nifty title out of it.
The worst part of this is that everytime I think about him, I can see that sweaty comb over of his. Looked awfully hot in that little booth, Bubba....