Something that grinds my gears to no end is when people ask you for directions and then debate you on your directions. If you’re so smart why the fuck did you ask me? It happens to me almost every god damned day.
Yesterday I had a Russian gentleman ask me for a bookstore. When I told him where the nearest Barnes & Nobles was he then debated me saying that there was supposed to be one on the block he was standing on. Or rather he was told there should be one on the street we were on. Obviously there was not a bookstore in sight. He was really not happy with my answer and I can’t just pull a bookstore out of my ass for his convenience. Sorry asshole.
Or the Japanese woman that asked me where 7th Ave. was from the intersection we were at. I explained to her where we were, which directions went north, south, east & west. Simply because it would give her a better understand of NYC. She still insisted on walking south instead of west.
It just makes no sense to me to ask directions if you are hellbent on not listening. It’s like getting a GPS system and then insisting it is wrong. Which is two parts funny and eight parts aggravating. It seems to be a problem for people to admit they are lost. Granted it is kind of making your self vulnerable and you have to hope that the person giving you directions isn’t sending you to the South Bronx or another equally bad area at any time of day. But sometimes you have to put your pride up your ass and deal with the fact that you have no idea where you are and adjust accordingly.
From here on out I am just going to tell people to get lost when they ask for directions.