Corn Cops

I had my first corn maze experience on Monday and I was not disappointed. "Pirates of the Cornibbean" was not only exciting, but packed with adventure. As the drawing above clearly demonstrates, this was a challenging maze to navigate. At one point, we were so lost that we decided to just wander around. The regular corn paths were getting kinda boring, so we started following some of the rogue paths in the corn. These "alternate" routes were no doubt pioneered by mischevious teenagers, but they were more fun than the authorized stuff. While we were walking through a particularly rough patch of corn, another group of about 10 people followed close behind us. I advised them that we did not know where we were going and that they would be wise to turn back. Undaunted, they continued to follow us until we ended up outside of the corn field entierly. As we stood around trying to figure out where we were, one of the many "corn cops" that patrolled the precious crop discovered our ragged band of misfits and pursued us. Since we didn't really run anywhere, he didn't have a hard time catching us. The group of 10 that had been following us took off as soon as they smelled trouble. This corn cop was particularly upset at our misbehavior and promptly ejected us from not only the maze, but the entire cornbelly's complex. But not to worry, this ejection was in word only. We pleaded our case that the path was not well marked and thus it was their fault that we took an unauthorized trip through the field. This did not deter him, but we insisted that he have a look for himself. Our intention in this was not to convince him of the validity of our claim, for it was clear that the path was unauthorized. Our purpose in sending him to investigate was to flee the scene. Unfortunately, Kate does not well understand the criminal mind, and proceeded to direct the "cop" to the path and be a sort of guide. With our first attempt at escape now foiled, I pulled the wild card. As our captor was about to escort us away from the field and off the premises, I asked, in a very angry customer sort of way, to speak with his manager. Once I heard his reply, I knew we were going back into the maze. The poor lad said: "wha.. why?" Smelling blood in the water, I commenced my attack convincing him that their maze was plagued with poorly marked paths, and that as a first time maze patron, I could not reasonably be expected to know the difference between a good path and a bad one. My statements were factually correct; however, it would be a stretch to apply my argument to the path we were caught using. Regardless of such details, The corn cop conceded and we re-entered the maze only to leave the legal way a few minutes later. Fun times.