When I was lost in Boston, many years ago, I asked a cop for directions and that’s what he told me. Then he pointed in a direction and told me to go until I saw another cop and ask HIM for directions because maybe you could get there from there.
Hey, farmer, have you lived here all your life?
Not yet.
Where does this road go?
Lived here all my life, and it ain’t gone nowhere yet.
How do you get to Little Rock?
You can’t get there from here.
Farmer, you don’t know very much.
I ain’t lost.
Farmer, there’s not much between you and a fool!
Naw, just this here picket fence.
Give them directions and then realize, ten minutes later, that I sent them the wrong way.