Back in the late 80’s, things sucked. The music sucked, the movies sucked, and the entertainment/”things to do” sucked. Just to add to the suckiness, some dumbass decided to make a big “people maze” in the city of Vacaville. That was a problem to begin with, because we already called it “cow town.” No reason to go there, and now they have this people maze. With no cheese at the end.
I had the magical ability to avoid the people-maze for a whole year. Then, after I fell off a telephone pole, and I’m hobbling around on crutches, a guy I know calls me up and says, “Let’s go to the Wooz!”
So we went. Whoopie. We probably had more fun than we were supposed to. Especially since there were two ways you could do it. You could just run from start to finish, or go from start to finish by way of four towers. In each tower you got a stamp, and completion of the maze with four stamps earned you entry into “Super Wooz” or whatever it was called. Needless to say, I did not complete the maze on crutches in the alloted time, but the were going to let me go on anyway. Something about extra time because I was crippled.
However, it was summer, probably around 114 degrees, no shade, and I was on crutches. I passed, said “probably next time,” and it burned down and now I’m here writing about it and you’re reading about it. It was such a memorable place that Blog it Out Your Pie Hole is more fun than the Wooz.
So whoever it was who decided to make “The Wooz,” Blow it out your PIE HOLE!
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