The Funniest Thing of the Week

My reluctance to ask directions isn't a reluctance to admit my ignorance. I do that freely. My experience has been that most people of whom I ask directions have absolutely no idea

• what the hell I'm talking about, or
• what they're talking about.

So they make shit up, afraid to say that they don't know. So if I ask these folks something, they babble on, then take their directions until I leave their sight, and continue to wander. My objective then becomes twofold: to get where I'm going, and to avoid the directions-giver.