"There's no ocean in Kansas anymore"
once upon a time, a woman walked into the cafe where I worked and asked, "Anyone want to go to Panama City with me?"
I told her that I would if I could find someone to cover the remainder of my shift, and one that I had the following day. I did... so I went with her. We left Manhattan, KS a few hours later - I tried to get my girlfriend to go with us, but never got ahold of her... I called her from the beach. "Hi, I'm in Florida, do you want anything from here?" The food was nasty, the people/tourists were nasty, the ocean WAS.
"Why Panama City?"
the girl had a boyfriend who was living in his parent's condo on the beach. She wanted him to come visit her at college (since he wasn't doing going to school or working at the time - yes, he was just living in a condo on the beach), but he wouldn't. He asked her to visit him instead (I think he wasn't planning on her actually doing it - he seemed VERY surprised when we showed up at his door), so she did. And I got to spend a few days swimming in the ocean.