No matter where I am–at home or abroad–people ask me for directions. I don’t know why. Most of the time I can answer correctly, but I’m sure I’ve made some mistakes.
Years ago, I brought this up at lunch with my friends and colleagues at the high school where I worked.
One of the (younger) teachers said,”Well, everywhere I go people try to sell me drugs.”
We looked at each other and wondered…
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Characterizations:
funny, right on!
Yep!
Risa, this is too funny! Would love to know what that younger teacher looked like!
Thanks, Suzy. I wish I could describe her, but it was a long time ago!!
Choose to be flattered by the difference, Risa.
A few years ago, I noticed that people started to ask me for directions more frequently — even in New York City, where this is rare. At first, I thought it was because I looked trustworthy and knowledgeable in the ways of the world, or at least in its directions, and felt pretty good about it. But eventually I realized that it was because, over the years, I had morphed into a non-threatening, doddering old man, unlikley to be a sexual threat. I didn’t feel so good about that.
I hear you. The funniest time was when I was in Paris and a young woman asked me to help her find the Sorbonne! I happened to know the answer to that one, luckily.
And everywhere I go, people ask me if I’m stoned. (Well, not in the past couple of decades, but there was a time that I used to get that a lot. I think because I talked slowly, like the folks I grew up with in Indiana.)
Nice, provocative response to the prompt!
Ha! Thanks for your comment. We all get asked weird questions, I guess!
Made me laugh today — thanks for that!
You’re welcome! Glad to give you something to laugh about!
Very funny, Risa. Guess you just have that certain look.
This was hilarious. Thanks for the smile.
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!