No Direction Home

Couple folks were in the Store yesterday asking for directions.  This happens quite a lot even with all of the GPS technology out there. I’ve had folks come in looking for Ocean City, Richmond, and on more than one occasion the passenger ferry at Pt. Lookout. (Evidently, some Rand McNally maps show a passenger ferry running from the Point over to Tangier Island.)
I try to be helpful but I have noticed that when someone comes in asking for directions and there are other folks standing around in the Store, I really don’t have to say a word as people seem to love giving directions. Sometimes the direction seeker is given so many instructions that you can see them getting confused with the wealth of information.  (Usually included is the country boy gone too far direction a la “If you see the blank then you’ve gone too far.”)
While I don’t mind helping these folks out, I have noted that the Buzzy take on them tends to be correct, “People who want directions just waste your time and don’t spend any money.”  Consequently, Buzzy used to be rather brusque with direction seekers and would respond as succinctly as possible “Back up the road” was a fairly standard answer for him. (He probably knew too that the boys standing around would jump in and do all the clarifying.)
However, Buzzy did change his views on direction-giving after he found himself lost in London and needed directions.  He was with a tour group and had been given a couple hours “leisure time” to roam around old London with its twisty streets and neighborhoods.  Buzzy got turned around and found himself clueless as to how to make it back to the rendezvous spot.  He went into a small book store and asked the elderly clerk for directions back to the meeting spot.  The clerk told Buzzy how to negotiate a series of left rights and Buzzy repeated it to make sure he had it right.  At that point the clerk said, “Come on.  I’ll show you” and proceeded to lock the store door, flip the open sign to closed and walk Buzzy to where he needed to be.  Buzzy of course was very appreciative and offered the clerk a couple of dollars.  The clerk refused to take anything and responded with something along the lines of “pass it on.”  After that, Buzzy was always a little more patient and better at giving lost travelers directions when they came into his store.

My favorite Buzzy lost story is still the one about the lady named Olga who wandered in one Thursday night when Terri was behind the counter click here. Wish I knew how Olga is doing. Maybe she and Buzzy are  somewhere laughing about all the lost travelers running around down here.

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No Direction Home

Couple folks were in the Store yesterday asking for directions.  This happens quite a lot even with all of the GPS technology out there. I’ve had folks come in looking for Ocean City, Richmond, and on more than one occasion the passenger ferry at Pt. Lookout. (Evidently, some Rand McNally maps show a passenger ferry running from the Point over to Tangier Island.)
I try to be helpful but I have noticed that when someone comes in asking for directions and there are other folks standing around in the Store, I really don’t have to say a word as people seem to love giving directions. Sometimes the direction seeker is given so many instructions that you can see them getting confused with the wealth of information.  (Usually included is the country boy gone too far direction a la “If you see the blank then you’ve gone too far.”)
While I don’t mind helping these folks out, I have noted that the Buzzy take on them tends to be correct, “People who want directions just waste your time and don’t spend any money.”  Consequently, Buzzy used to be rather brusque with direction seekers and would respond as succinctly as possible “Back up the road” was a fairly standard answer for him. (He probably knew too that the boys standing around would jump in and do all the clarifying.)
However, Buzzy did change his views on direction-giving after he found himself lost in London and needed directions.  He was with a tour group and had been given a couple hours “leisure time” to roam around old London with its twisty streets and neighborhoods.  Buzzy got turned around and found himself clueless as to how to make it back to the rendezvous spot.  He went into a small book store and asked the elderly clerk for directions back to the meeting spot.  The clerk told Buzzy how to negotiate a series of left rights and Buzzy repeated it to make sure he had it right.  At that point the clerk said, “Come on.  I’ll show you” and proceeded to lock the store door, flip the open sign to closed and walk Buzzy to where he needed to be.  Buzzy of course was very appreciative and offered the clerk a couple of dollars.  The clerk refused to take anything and responded with something along the lines of “pass it on.”  After that, Buzzy was always a little more patient and better at giving lost travelers directions when they came into his store.

My favorite Buzzy lost story is still the one about the lady named Olga who wandered in one Thursday night when Terri was behind the counter click here. Wish I knew how Olga is doing. Maybe she and Buzzy are  somewhere laughing about all the lost travelers running around down here.

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No Direction Home

Couple folks were in the Store yesterday asking for directions.  This happens quite a lot even with all of the GPS technology out there. I’ve had folks come in looking for Ocean City, Richmond, and on more than one occasion the passenger ferry at Pt. Lookout. (Evidently, some Rand McNally maps show a passenger ferry running from the Point over to Tangier Island.)
I try to be helpful but I have noticed that when someone comes in asking for directions and there are other folks standing around in the Store, I really don’t have to say a word as people seem to love giving directions. Sometimes the direction seeker is given so many instructions that you can see them getting confused with the wealth of information.  (Usually included is the country boy gone too far direction a la “If you see the blank then you’ve gone too far.”)
While I don’t mind helping these folks out, I have noted that the Buzzy take on them tends to be correct, “People who want directions just waste your time and don’t spend any money.”  Consequently, Buzzy used to be rather brusque with direction seekers and would respond as succinctly as possible “Back up the road” was a fairly standard answer for him. (He probably knew too that the boys standing around would jump in and do all the clarifying.)
However, Buzzy did change his views on direction-giving after he found himself lost in London and needed directions.  He was with a tour group and had been given a couple hours “leisure time” to roam around old London with its twisty streets and neighborhoods.  Buzzy got turned around and found himself clueless as to how to make it back to the rendezvous spot.  He went into a small book store and asked the elderly clerk for directions back to the meeting spot.  The clerk told Buzzy how to negotiate a series of left rights and Buzzy repeated it to make sure he had it right.  At that point the clerk said, “Come on.  I’ll show you” and proceeded to lock the store door, flip the open sign to closed and walk Buzzy to where he needed to be.  Buzzy of course was very appreciative and offered the clerk a couple of dollars.  The clerk refused to take anything and responded with something along the lines of “pass it on.”  After that, Buzzy was always a little more patient and better at giving lost travelers directions when they came into his store.

My favorite Buzzy lost story is still the one about the lady named Olga who wandered in one Thursday night when Terri was behind the counter click here. Wish I knew how Olga is doing. Maybe she and Buzzy are  somewhere laughing about all the lost travelers running around down here.

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No Direction Home

Couple folks were in the Store yesterday asking for directions.  This happens quite a lot even with all of the GPS technology out there. I’ve had folks come in looking for Ocean City, Richmond, and on more than one occasion the passenger ferry at Pt. Lookout. (Evidently, some Rand McNally maps show a passenger ferry running from the Point over to Tangier Island.)
I try to be helpful but I have noticed that when someone comes in asking for directions and there are other folks standing around in the Store, I really don’t have to say a word as people seem to love giving directions. Sometimes the direction seeker is given so many instructions that you can see them getting confused with the wealth of information.  (Usually included is the country boy gone too far direction a la “If you see the blank then you’ve gone too far.”)
While I don’t mind helping these folks out, I have noted that the Buzzy take on them tends to be correct, “People who want directions just waste your time and don’t spend any money.”  Consequently, Buzzy used to be rather brusque with direction seekers and would respond as succinctly as possible “Back up the road” was a fairly standard answer for him. (He probably knew too that the boys standing around would jump in and do all the clarifying.)
However, Buzzy did change his views on direction-giving after he found himself lost in London and needed directions.  He was with a tour group and had been given a couple hours “leisure time” to roam around old London with its twisty streets and neighborhoods.  Buzzy got turned around and found himself clueless as to how to make it back to the rendezvous spot.  He went into a small book store and asked the elderly clerk for directions back to the meeting spot.  The clerk told Buzzy how to negotiate a series of left rights and Buzzy repeated it to make sure he had it right.  At that point the clerk said, “Come on.  I’ll show you” and proceeded to lock the store door, flip the open sign to closed and walk Buzzy to where he needed to be.  Buzzy of course was very appreciative and offered the clerk a couple of dollars.  The clerk refused to take anything and responded with something along the lines of “pass it on.”  After that, Buzzy was always a little more patient and better at giving lost travelers directions when they came into his store.

My favorite Buzzy lost story is still the one about the lady named Olga who wandered in one Thursday night when Terri was behind the counter click here. Wish I knew how Olga is doing. Maybe she and Buzzy are  somewhere laughing about all the lost travelers running around down here.

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