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a young man and a fool
May. 1st, 2011 09:39 pmYou'd think I'd learned my lesson the first time.
After spending the better part of an hour wandering back from Thor (great movie, BTW) —including one montage-worthy moment when I realized I had just gone in a half-mile circle when I thought I was taking a shortcut—and was standing on one of those little wedges of grass in between the freeway and its onramp, trying to figure out if I recognized the overpass ahead, when a complete stranger stopped and asked me if I needed directions. Turned out the pedestrian ramp I was staring at was indeed the route I was looking for, and I was home inside of ten minutes.
In other words, my foolish pride/social anxiety/a little from columns A and B had me going around in circles, but the friendliness of the locals saved me a few seconds of staring when I was nearly home anyway.
Quite nice, these Brits.
After spending the better part of an hour wandering back from Thor (great movie, BTW) —including one montage-worthy moment when I realized I had just gone in a half-mile circle when I thought I was taking a shortcut—and was standing on one of those little wedges of grass in between the freeway and its onramp, trying to figure out if I recognized the overpass ahead, when a complete stranger stopped and asked me if I needed directions. Turned out the pedestrian ramp I was staring at was indeed the route I was looking for, and I was home inside of ten minutes.
In other words, my foolish pride/social anxiety/a little from columns A and B had me going around in circles, but the friendliness of the locals saved me a few seconds of staring when I was nearly home anyway.
Quite nice, these Brits.
