Sometimes it’s best to see who you’re asking directions from before you open your mouth. Just saying.
I once got two different sets of directions at a convenience store: one from the clerk behind the counter; the other from a drunk guy in line. It turned out that the drunk guy had the better directions!
Lately, if I need to ask directions, it’s because my GPS doesn’t include that street yet, & the guy in the Gas Station is just as clueless.
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