Need To Get Back To ACK

As I rolled to a stop at a red light the other day, I heard a *beep* coming from the car next to me. I looked to my right and the male driver made the manual roll-down-your-window motion...which I instantly recognized because I grew up in the '80s. I did so, assuming they needed directions. What came next caught me a bit off guard.
The couple did not ask me where the closest Dunkin' Donuts was located...or how to get onto 95 South. They asked me what the bumper sticker on my back bumper meant.
"Excuse me. What does A-C-K stand for?"
With a surprised look on my face, I'm sure, I explained that it was the airport code for Nantucket. Their response made me smile as I pulled away and drove home.
"Ooohhhh...okay. I knew you wouldn't have a bumper sticker that was just for that weird sound - AAACCCKKK...AAACCCKKK!"
I smiled as I rolled up my window, and, once the light returned to green, I pulled away and drove home smiling the whole way.
The random Route 2 interaction got me thinking about Nantucket. For me, it's always provided a much needed change in pace. Although it's not far from Boston, Providence or New York City, once I step onto that ferry down the Cape, my mood completely changes. I'm officially on vacation and once I step off the boat onto the island, life is just...sweeter.
The "downtown" area is chock full of cobblestone streets, quaint shops, bicycles with baskets and bells, seafood restaurants and bars, and seer sucker, Nantucket reds and boat shoes. It's everything I thought it would be.
Thank you, couple from Connecticut with the kayak on top of your car, for reminding me of great memories with friends and with paperback books, the pain of awkward burn lines, the smell of the salty air, and the feel of sand between my toes and the gentle evening breeze after a magical day on the island.

She Doesn't Listen

Once upon a time, a woman walked into a bank. After helping another customer, a bank teller called her up to the counter and the following conversation took place. Enjoy.

Woman to Teller 1: "Hello. [Passing her ID and completed withdrawal slip to Teller 1] Can I get a $20, a $10, and a roll of quarters ?"
Teller 1 to Woman: "Of course."

Teller 2 to Teller 1: "Oh no. We ran out of those forms."
Teller 1 to Teller 2: "I know. I told you that earlier but you never listen to me."

Teller 1 to Woman: "She never listens to me. [Passing two $20 bills to the woman.]"
Woman to Teller 1: "Can I have a roll of quarters? You don't listen to me!"

Luckily, the woman was not thrown out of the bank or arrested for acting in a threatening manner. She went home and successfully did a load of laundry.

The end.