Yesterday, I encountered a confused looking young man on 10th Avenue. I asked him if he needed help.
He said, "Yeah. I'm trying to find the 6 train."
"Oh", I replied, "that would be about eight avenues east."
"Which direction is that?", he asked.
I pointed, "That way. About a 25-minute walk. It's not really that close."
"Hey man", he responded, "I can do it. I'm a soldier."
I looked at him a minute and said, "So ... what? Lost your GPS device or something?"
He stared blankly and proceeded away.
I'm guessing that lost soldiers don't have much of a sense of humor.
Or direction.
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