We all have them, well most of us do. One of mine is people who don’t know what “I don’t know” means.

People come up to me in Grand Central and ask for directions. First of all, I’m usually walking around all dazed and confused, bumping into the walls and such, why anyone would ask me directions is beyond me.

Second, there is a freaking huge map about six steps away from us, go look at the map. But no, they have to ask me, “How do I get to Murray Hill?” “what subway goes up Lexington?” I know how to get to my office, I know how to get to my Dr and the dentist. Anything else I don’t know. When I say “I don’t know.” They rephrase the question. I still don’t know the answer but now that they have pissed me off, I lie. “Yes the 6 train will get you there.” The alternative is to snarl at them, “Look at the [#%^*] map.” So take the 6 train and have a nice life, where ever it takes you.

That’s all, says she.

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