In San Francisco: “Oh, it’s on one of those hilly streets. You’ll see it.”
In New Zealand: “Keep going until you see some sheep.”
In Boston: “It’s near a Revolutionary War historical site – I forget which one – but you can’t miss it.”
In Savannah: “You’ll see either a live oak or a magnolia tree, and then you take the next left.”
In Dubai: “Oh, yes, it’s near a mosque.”
And the worst directions ever: “Just keep going until you see a car. When you get to the next stoplight, turn.”
April 27, 2008 at 2:31 pm |
When I first got to London (coming off the Tube with all my luggage – no fun as you might imagine), I asked a street cleaner for directions and he said: “Eee, Pembrigahdoon? Ye goo sthreet doon – walk doon, walk doon – ka zingin oyster a beer laugh.”
I got the “straight down” and I imagined “laugh” was “left”, but the crucial points of street names were lost to me.
…Actually not bad directions, once I found Pembridge Gardens and translated the whole thing in hindsight.
April 28, 2008 at 3:58 am |
I probably should have said, all these directions really did make sense, even the one with the car. (Also, I have given directions at least as idiotic as these examples.)