I'm asked for directions almost every day. Today, was the best in 10 years.
I was on my way to lunch when a nice looking, older, conservatively dressed black lady approached me. "Sir, may I ask you for directions?" She had a beautiful Caribbean accent, and I'm sure she's a grandmother many times over.
"Sure," I replied.
"Someone told me there is toy store on this street," she said.
I pointed to her the building that used to be Toys R Us, said I didn't know of any others, and recommended K-Mart a few blocks north.
"No," she said with a puzzled look on her face. She hesitated.
"I'm not sure then," I said and began to move on my way.
"I think it's called Pussy," she said hurriedly.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Those kind of toys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I said.
She laughed and covered her smiling face with her hands.
"You want to continue west on this street, cross Sixth Ave. It's called the Pink Pussy. It will be on your right."
"Ok, sir. Thank you so much," she said.
"Get something fun!" I said as crossed the street.
She laughed.
I'm still laughing.