Long ago in a land far, far away, I lived in an apartment complex. This apartment complex was fairly nice, and I enjoyed most of my time there insofar as one enjoys an apartment per se. You know, except when the gate was broken or the roof falling in. But it was pretty good overall; I even had power when the rest of the city was out.
Telling people how to get there, however, was always interesting. The name of this apartment complex, you see, was The Place. While at first glance this seems clever and slightly metaphysical, in practice it caused much confusion and hassle.
Me: It's The Place, right ahead of you when you come down the road.
Potential visitor: Okay. What's it called?
Me: The Place.
PV: The Palace?
Me: No. The Place.
PV: What place?!
Me: That's what it's called!
