Walmart failed geography class in grade school.

Twitter user Samantha Ficco noticed something a little off when recently shopping at Walmart.

The University of Maryland t-shirts on display showed the state of Maryland's girthier sibling, Massachusetts, instead, and alerted them in the most polite tweet ever posted:

Dear @Walmart I want to inform you that you're selling UMD shirts with the state of Massachusetts on them. pic.twitter.com/RjzK4CdOHH

— Samantha Ficco (@Samficco) March 30, 2016

Easy mistake! We're all gaining weight as we become older, so who's to say Maryland didn't go a size up on their waistband?

As a refresher, this is Maryland:

And this is Massachusetts:

Looks like typical middle aged bloat to me!

Walmart was practical when alerted to this snafu, and quickly apologized and claimed responsi--

Oh, ha! No, wait, they didn't.

@Samficco On the map, MA and MD are shaped somewhat similarly with the exception of that dip. Thanks for reaching out, Samantha! -Marie

— Walmart (@Walmart) March 31, 2016

Obviously, Who hasn't been confused? I'm always tripped up because Florida has that huge dippy thing dangling off it like Massachusetts has, too. Geography is hard! Such shapes!

Eventually, Walmart backpedaled and realized their mistake.

But not before Massachusetts gained a complex for being chubby.

Like hiking? Fan of poetry? Very patient? You might find millions in buried treasure.

Yup. Somewhere out there.

Eccentric millionaire, avid hiker, and occasional poet Forrest Fenn wrote a jaunty, rhyming poem detailing the whereabouts of a treasure chest he filled with gold and gemstones--and buried somewhere nondescript in the Rocky Mountains.

Buried six years ago during the Great Recession, Fenn tells NPR he did it to brighten people's moods, have them venture outside, and see nature. And nothing motivates people to see the great outdoors like the smell of sweet, sweet cash.

Tens of thousands of people have reportedly searched for Fenn's chest, buried somewhere between his home in Sante Fe, New Mexico, and the Canadian border at an elevation over 5,000ft. That's right, if you find the chest you're at least hauling that thing a long way down. But after finding a buried fortune you'll be walking on air, or can at least hire someone to carry it for you.

The only hint to where it's buried is in the following poem written by Fenn in his self-published book, The Thrill of the Chase:

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.

"No one knows where that treasure chest is but me," Fenn tells NPR. "If I die tomorrow, the knowledge of that location goes in the coffin with me."

Wait-wait-wait. Is that a hint? Did he just offer a hint? I think he offered a hint. Is it going to be buried with him? Or is he going to be buried in the chest?

That is what an eccentric millionaire would do after all.

Norwegian library discovers it has one of the rarest Ottoman-era atlases.

When we all think of Norway, we conjure images of frostbite, Bjorn Borg, and a connection to the Ottomans. If Oslo isn't a Nordic interpretation of Istanbul, nothing is.

And that connection continues today, as a research librarian at Norway's National Library stumbled upon a rare Ottoman atlas buried deep in the archives. So rare, in fact, that it's only one of possibly 14 known left in existence. And how did he figure out the rare Ottoman atlas was, indeed, that?

From Reddit, of course.

Anders Kvernberg, the librarian at the center of this story, could make out that the atlas was Ottoman and from 1803, so he posted a picture of it on /r/MapPorn on Reddit, just for fun. As way leads to way, someone commented on his picture and let Kvernberg know it wasn't just any atlas, but the Cedid Atlas Tercumesi, the first atlas published in the Muslim world. Only 50 copies were ever made, with one being given to the sultan of the Ottoman Empire at the time, Selim III. Today, only 14 known copies remain, although some estimates suggest the total is closer to 10 copies.

So how did such a rare book end up "lost" in a library? The atlas was cataloged originally when they came to own it 60-years ago, but after being stashed away it went unnoticed during a digital cataloging years later, and remained "lost" until Kvernberg stumbled upon it.

If only there was a map to all the lost maps in the world.



Bjorn Borg is Swedish, but you didn't even notice that, did you? Because Sweden, Norway, and Finland are really just one giant snowy land mass filled with blonde people and ABBA.

photo: Cedid Atlas Tercumesi on /r/MapPorn