God, I wish I got asked; then I could say “No” and get back to reading. I get the ‘stressful looking around approach’; drives me batshit.
Actually, I tend to say, ‘No, want me to help look?’, but I reserve the option to go on reading.
No, the guy was channelling my late father, and being a right royal pain in the ass.
You wouldn’t have gotten away with it. Everyone in Old Town knows how to get to the Old Town Transit Center from their place of work. This is an immutable law of the universe which was discovered by Albert Einstein during his vacation to Sea World.
This is completely me, and “hysterical blindness” is the best way to describe it. I’m a reasonably intelligent and capable person, but I regularly lose every damned thing I touch. Shoes, bra, glasses, books, mp3 player, phone…you name it, I have lost it. Sometimes he tries the “I don’t know. Where was the last time I wore your bra?” And then I freak out because ohmygodwe’releavingin5minutesandIcan’tfindanything.
Of course, the upshot of this is, he never asks me where something is.
Dude, you got to follow directions. Phone Aangelica, not post your request in a message board.
