Or, The Rural Version of "Who's on First, What's on Second"
Imagine, if you will (and some of you won't have to imagine), moving to a new town. You no longer know where to find the grocery store, much less its layout and where to find your usual items. The post office's whereabouts are now a mystery. You can no longer go anywhere on auto pilot. Finding a gas station just got more difficult--much more difficult. You are disoriented. You are tired. You do not know where any of your possessions are, beyond the fact that they are in boxes.
In the course of conversation with a stranger (which is de rigeur here and I love it) she mentions a relatively new place she has been. "Oh, you should try the gym!", the woman exclaims. "I am a member there and really enjoy it."
"That sounds like a good idea," I say. "What is it called?" (Because of course I am thinking of my new best friend, the phone book, and of looking this facility up when I get home, because I'm from the city and we have lots of gyms there.)
"The gym", she says.
I'm a little confused at this point but I think either she didn't understand what I asked or I misunderstood her answer. "What is it called again?"
"Why, it's called the gym!"
Oh dear. Clearly there is some sort of communication gap here and we are apparently not going to breach it today. We continue chatting about other things and then part ways. Days pass and I forget about her recommendation of the-gym-with-no-name.
So imagine my laughter when one day I happen to pass a business with the name "The Gym." Of course it is, just like she told me!