One time, someone was complaining about Hitchcock's "The Birds" to my dad.
This, as you may remember, is the movie where birds mysteriously and relentlessly start attacking the residents of a little town.
It gets bad. Oh yes, very bad.
The person, though, thought he saw the flaw in the whole design. He demanded, "Why didn't everyone just go to the next town?"
My dad looked at actually, fixed his pale eyes on this guy. (I take that for granted about him, so I neglect sometimes to make it clear. About his stare. His washed-out stare.)
He said, "Because in the next town, it's the kid at the gas station."
