Peachtree City - Here I Come!

My first introduction to Peachtree City, Georgia was last July (2006). I flew in first class down to interview with the consulting company. After about 30 minutes of talking, arguing, fighting, and walking and driving in circles I finally got out my rental convertible from the rental lot. As I was driving my nice rental down the interstate, I noticed that the hood of the convertible was only half attached. There I was driving on a 6 lane interstate in a company rental car using my right hand to steer and my left hand keeping the top from flying off. I started to imagine a semi whipping around me creating a strong wind sending the convertible top flying into the traffic behind me and throwing the rental car in a uncontrollable spin in all 6 lanes causing one of the most deadliest accidents in the history of the automobile. Just then my attention was redirected to my ringing phone. Which happened to be in my bag on the passenger side floor. I looked at my bag and it stopped ringing. It rang again and then again. Some how I managed to hold the hood, stay in my lane (the third lane) and answer the phone that was in my bag. It was the man I was going to interview with. He was worried because I was late from getting the convertible. After hanging up I see my salvation, a liquor store. I pulled in and put the hood on correctly. Then I drove through the town and found myself in the middle of a heavily forested area. I became very worried. The GPS unit that I received with the rental was not working. I realized that I was lost in the woods and that I may never see my friends, family, or anyone else ever again. Once, my tank ran out I would be stranded in the woods and attracted by the many different bugs that are native to Georgia. Then I realized that I had one option for survival. I called the interviewer. Luckily, he knew exactly where I was. I was right in down town Peachtree City. I finally got there and after an interesting supper with the interviewer he drove me around to "show" me the town. He would say "to your left is the Staples" and "up here is the steak house" and such. Unfortunately, I had to point out that all I could see was trees. He realized that I was right and gave up on the tour.

I'm pretty sure there is housing behind that tree
on the right. At least that is where I sleep.

Despite the fact that the town is hiding behind a forest and that I almost died twice in a 6 hour time frame, I decide to take the job. And thus started my journey to the great state of death....um..Georgia!