The Road Less Travelled (probably a reason)

Today I started out and decided to take a shorter way to the Ghetto Clinic, and of course I got a little off track. I kept driving thinking that sooner or later I would come about and find my way. Anyways, I was thinking I was making great time. Along the way I began to notice housing and buildings were beginning to become a little shady. Also, the usual bum and street workers were looking at me with what seemed to be bewilderment. Finally, I figured out that I might need to find some route out of there was when the bums started directing traffic, and people listened. This definitely wasn't an area I belonged. So, like any mid-westerner deep in the ghetto I locked my doors and began to drive really fast. I figured even if I were to get pulled over the cop would probably say "WTF" and give a nice escort out. I did finally make it to my clinic, and had another productive day of practicing to be a doctor.