My good deeds for the day

[oakenguy]

I get on the subway, and the twitchy man sitting across from me holds up a picture and says, "Hey, hey, how do I get here? I want to go here." It's the public library, no prob. I tell him.

He then gets up, leaves the train, approaches a cop and asks him the same question. Gets the same answer. As my train pulls out I see him going up to another person.


I get off, coincidentally, at the public library to drop my books off (I'm reading my way through the Anita Blake series, Oh! such junk food!); as I'm walking west down the sidewalk afterwards an old man beside me says "Mass General this way?"

I turn and point in the other direction, east-north-east. "Actually, ah, it's this way. You'd probably be better off taking the T."

"Oh, naw, naw, I felt like walking. About how far is it?"

"Er, a mile, maybe two?"

"OH!" And he sets off at a trot for the stairs to the subway.

Oy. Just call me Pathfinder.

Comments

[callunav.livejournal.com]

You must have 'knows where he is in the world' vibes, combined with the 'Mr. Nice Guy' vibes we already knew about, to attract so many direction-seekers. It's the same way, I suppose, that I seem to give off 'I belong here' vibes in stores. I have /no/ idea why, but everywhere I go, from Home Despot, where every employee is wearing orange, and I'm dressed all in black, to expensive little jewelry stores, where every employee looks tasteful and elegant, and I'm wearing baggy jeans and a ragged t-shirt, people still walk up and start asking me about the merchandise, prices, etc..

I think I'd rather be a pathfinder than a sort of Type O+ retail worker. :)