Directions

This week a woman pulled over in her car and quite abruptly asked me for directions. I paused to think what is the best route to take and due to her rudeness if I should tell her at all.
“You should know, you’re a postman,” she says in a very rude manner.
So I sent her the wrong way.

I’ve had enough of giving directions. It seems that every day someone pulls over and asks me how to get to such and such a place.

I get asked for directions from lorry drivers a lot. They’re usually on the wrong side of town so when I say I don’t know how to get there and just point them in the general direction they look at me like I’m the stupid one for not knowing. No you ‘re the idiot mate, not me. You would think that if you drive for a living then you would have a GPS system or at least an A to Z of London.

I am crap at giving directions anyway. Even if I know where the road is my mind seems to draw a complete blank. It would be easier to give directions if we had an American grid system. But not if you give directions like they do.
“Walk four blocks east, then turn on fourth and seventh then walk two blocks and it’s on seventh and Washington.”
Err, yeah thanks mate, I will get out my map.