Corn Maze Champions

Every October, my three roommates and I drive out to the Hendersons' farm for the corn maze, and every year we get spectacularly lost.

This year we made a strategy. Rosa had a compass. Dmitri drew a map on a napkin. I was in charge of snacks, which is the only job I've ever been truly qualified for. We lasted eleven minutes before arguing about whether the compass was broken.

An hour later, a group of nine-year-olds with a farm employee's flashlight found us near the scarecrow for the third time and kindly offered to lead us out. We followed them like ducklings. They were very professional about it.

At the exit there was hot cider and a fire pit, and the kids made us honorary members of their "maze rescue team." We bought them a bag of kettle corn as payment. I've been to fancy restaurants and concerts. Nothing beats being rescued by fourth graders in a cornfield.