Wayward ladies at the 7-11

Last week I drove VanB down to a Philly suburb for the start of the Philadelphia 3-day, and promptly got lost along the way.

We decided to pull into a convenience store and ask for some directions.

Me: Do you know how to get to Rte. ABC?
Clerk: I don't know, I am not from around here, I'm from Philly.
Me: Doesn't ABC go to Philly?
Clerk: I don't know, maybe ask that guy (points to cute guy who walked in to buy a gallon of water)
Me: Excuse me, do you know how to get to Rte. ABC? Or even Rte. XYZ? We are trying to get here (I show him the mapquest directions and map that helped us get lost in the first place)
Watercutie: Hm..Let me see, I think ABC is that way, but let me think about it...
Randomguy1: Where are you trying to go? ABC? That's over there, no wait, if you go over there (points in opposite direction, or maybe it was the sky, he didn't know what he was talking about) it would get you to XYZ? Let me see that map..
Me: Um, I need to get here (shows map)
Randomguy2: XYZ? I'm from Xtown, I can tell you where to go...

Once Randoms 1 and 2 started in on discussing the best way for me to go, Watercutie wandered off to quench his thirst or water his plants or whatever. Then, Random 1 realized that he had no idea what he was talking about, and we got some stellar directions from Random2.

The entire interaction was very amusing for me, I was struck by how everyone in the store seemed to want to participate, since everyone paused to listen to our discussion before deciding that it was being handled effectively and they could be on their way.

Then, while we were following our directions, a dick-head (in a SUV, of course) was following me WAY TOO CLOSELY. We stopped at a red light, and he pulled over into the oncoming lane and opened his window toward us.

Me: Yes?
Dickhead: TURNPIKE!?!
Me: Turnpike?
Dickhead: Turnpike! (At this point the light turned green and he was now holding up all the traffic)
Me: What about it?
Dickhead: WHERE IS IT?
Me & VanB: Dude, we're lost too, we can't help you.

At this, he sped in front of us and ran the light (which had gone from red to green and back to red again in the course of our conversation).

Dickhead.

I guess the moral of the story is please, people, drive safely. I do the best I can to keep from killing myself and/or others while I am behind the wheel, is it so much to ask for that courtesy in return?