Heading for Kate's party last night, I was headed west on Edmondson Avenue, about to turn left on Old Frederick Road. A car coming the other way got into the right lane, pulled out into the intersection, stopped, put his left blinker on, and just stood there. WTF? As I tried to go around him, I saw the driver waving at me. Guess he was lost.
I rolled down my window.
"Excuse me," he yelled, "can you tell me how to get to Edmondson Avenue, back in the the city?" (For those who don't know, I'm a short way out into the suburbs of Baltimore, just a few miles from the city line.)
"Well, this is Edmondson."
"Nope. Just keep going the way you're going and it'll take you into the city."
"Thanks!" And we each went on our way.
This is certainly a metaphor for something, isn't it?