if you've ever been pointed at from across a room by someone whispering into another's ear right after arriving for a job interview and you get the job on the caveat to stay clear of the person who pointed at you, learning they are the reason a vacancy exists for you to fill in the first place, only to then be beguiled, finessed, and hooked finding yourself standing only four months later in front of a map of the continental USofA, closing your eyes to spin and outstretch your arm, finger at the ready so you can hop into a car with the pointer, who, by the way, whispered to his cousin who was standing next to him while he pointed that he would marry you someday, to drive to where your finger landed on the map, three days later. Oh, and you've been there ever since. You may know a thing or two about Luckytown.
