I'm very much ashamed at how little I know of geography, and being in New York, I'm terrible at it. It was made apparent to me today as me and one of my new found friends were leaving book club to head to trivia. I told her that we could do the trains, to which, she asked, where did I think we were in Manhattan?
She held up her rectangular wallet, and I pointed where I thought I was. She shook her head, laughing as she pointed in the opposite, downtown direction.
I'm really wrong a lot of the times.
I'm especially wrong when I'm walking around, trying to get the right train. Or just telling where I am. My sense of direction is terrible, and I guess I've been relying more on my iPhone and memory than actually learning how to get somewhere.
It happened again as we were leaving trivia. Our train wasn't running, so we had to go to the busy Time Square stop to catch a different one. As we went through the crowd of tourists, and as my friend spoke ill about all of the people stopping, I agreed, murmuring similar hatred towards tourists as they stopped to take pictures.
But I plum stopped in front of her as we grabbed out train. I was confused over the lines, telling her that this line usually goes out to Manhattan, not Queens. She explained the shuttle to me, and politely walked around me to show me where to stand.
Oh, Georgette. Please stop pretending that you know what you're doing and just frankly admit that you have no idea where you're going. At least, in that way, you can play it off.