as i approached the street corner, i noticed a girl facing away from the road, looking confused.
her: can i ask you a question?
her: how do i get to massachusetts avenue?
me: *thinks to self if the accent didn’t give her away, her not calling it mass ave would have.* *also thinks to self, ummm* umm, if you follow this road straight *points* you’ll hit mass ave on your right.
biker pulled over due to red light: well, which part of mass ave do you want?
her: the 1000s.
biker: oh, you want to keep going up mem drive to that street light up there, turn left and it’ll intersect with mass ave. you might hit mt. auburn first, but keep going.
her: *looks at both of us* great. thank you!
me: *looks at biker* thank you!!!
i was grateful to be saved by someone who had a better sense of direction, but, truth be told, i was a bit bummed to have missed my walk signal at this very busy intersection, although, if the worst that came out of this is that i had to wait, i’d take it. i’d rather that than giving someone the wrong set of directions (which, despite the amount of time i’ve lived here, has happened. curse my lack of sense of direction!)