Who says that men don't stop and ask for directions? It's a lie.
During the past two days I've been stopped on the street by several men and asked for directions. One senior fellow in a little sporty Beemer pulled over and honked to get my attention. Those of you who really know me know I hate horns honking since I always think someone is trying to tell me 1) I did something wrong 2) I left a cup of coffee on the roof of my car and started to drive away or 3) I'm about to cause an accident. OK, there's another reason 4) which started when I was 11 and had just sprouted verrrry long skinny legs and all one summer - I walked around my Grandma's small town in upstate NY wearing the then-stylish short-shorts and Dr. Scholls sandals and since the main street was also a major truck route, I was honked at all the time by truckers. I was just a young innocent girl and it scared the shit out of me. I feel better now that I got that out. Whew!
Anyway, another dude stopped his car, GOT OUT, walked up to me and asked me how to get to city hall.
So, even though Musikfest is about to start and the Eagles Training Camp is in town (resulting in many tourists, McNabb jersey-clad fans, and sports writers wandering the streets) these guys appeared to be none of these types, and local. And they had absolutely no problem with stopping to ask for directions.
What am I, a friggin' information booth?
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