Directions (humor)

I’m the sort of person that people ask for directions… I am completely perplexed as to what it is about me that would inspire such confidence. However, it does happen frequently and, more often that not, in a town or city where I am also a stranger.

Such a situation of course raises a moral dilemma: I should simply shrug, or admit that I am as lost as they are, but… I have to admit I’m flattered that they have chosen me; I’m beguiled by the expectant looks on their faces; and I feel a certain responsibility to reward their misplaced faith in me. So I squint at their map, point quickly and vaguely down the road mumbling a street name I’ve randomly noticed, and send them on their merry way. No more (or less) lost, I figure, than they were before.

Hmmm perhaps I’ll go into politics!