I was on my way to the post office (Unemployment Accomplishment!) when I encountered a potentially crazy person. I was at the stop sign on the side street by my apartment building, and I saw a woman crossing the side street. I wait there to let her go, but she just...stops...a quarter of the way across the street. She looks down at a piece of paper and then up at the number on my apartment building, back at the paper, back at the building...and she's still in the street. Now there's another car trying to turn onto the side street, and this woman is holding up two cars. She finally starts to finish her trip across the street, allowing the other car to finish its turn, when she walks up to my window and tries to get me to roll down my window. Usually, I'm used to giving random people directions. I actually enjoy it. But, my thought process in this case was, "There's no way I'm talking to this woman who was standing in the middle of the street. No. Way. I don't know what the hell she's up to." So, she makes the "roll down your window" gesture, and I mime, "Nope, sorry." She got a little pissed, but actually kept going (instead of hitting my car or worse), looking lost and crazy.
The moral of the story is if you're going to ask a random person for directions, don't look crazy. I'm one of the nicest, most patient random-direction-givers I know, but I draw a line somewhere. Part of me feels a little bad, but the rest of me is going, "Stranger Danger!"
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