I had this happen to me the other day when I took that big walk, and woohoo, didn’t meet my doom by falling down a giant hole in the street or getting creamed by a Tim Horton’s customer because I mocked God. Anyway, I got to an intersection, and for some reason, it was kinda hard to tell when it was my time to go, so I was standing there. A guy got out and offered to help me across. He said it was good to go, so we crossed the street. Then he asked me if I knew where I was. I answered him, and he said “Ok good. See ya.” And that was it. But a couple seconds later, I couldn’t stop chuckling. Both of those questions were fine questions, and he was a nice dude and all, but shouldn’t they get asked in reverse order? I mean, if the guy’s worried that I may be lost, shouldn’t we establish that I know where I am before helping me across the street and potentially getting me further lost or something? It’s kind of like asking someone if they need help into the ambulance and then asking them if they’re hurt. That would be weird!
The funniest part of the whole thing was I accidentally said I was at a different intersection than I was. I hope the poor fellow didn’t go back to his car and then go “Jesus! This isn’t that light! She *is* lost! But…she’s also gone!” If the poor fellow finds this blog, I’m fine, and I do appreciate the help. I just thought the whole thing was mildly amusing.