There’s an odd phenomenon when I walk down the street. On a crowded street in Brooklyn, or pretty much anywhere, if someone needs directions they invariably ask me.
At first I thought I was just imagining it. But then I started paying closer attention. There’s no denying it. The number of people who ask me for directions is statistically improbable. Even Danielle has noticed it. She started asking me, “why does everyone ask you?”.
This morning on the way home from taking Danielle to school, two more people asked me for directions. Even when travelling in a city I don’t know, people ask me (I’m obviously not very helpful).
I guess I’m just the quintessential non threatening white guy…