EIGHTLEONARD WAS DRIVING SOUTH of Paris on A5 when Honey spotted the first sign for Dijon. It was, in fact, the exit sign for Dijon and they were almost past it when Honey said, “Leonard, turn here. Turn now. Take this exit. Look, it’s for Dijon. That’s got to be where they make the mustard.”
The tires squealed as Leonard cranked the steering wheel to make the exit. The truck he cut off to make the turn blasted its horn. Leonard turned to Honey and said, “Pumpkin, please, don’t scream at me like that. You’re going to get us both killed.”
Honey apologized but thanked him for being such a good driver and for following her spur of the moment directions. Then came the first of many signs for Dijon.
“Dijon,” Leonard said, “that’s where they make the mustard.”
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