Could You Say It A Little Louder?

I had a good run this morning. It was one of those runs where you start out feeling kind of lethargic but then something clicks mid-run and all of a sudden you have all this energy. I ran more than a mile further than I had originally intended to go and could have gone farther but ran out of time.

About 10 minutes into it, a very fancy pickup truck pulled up along side me. Inside it were three hispanic guys looking for "the golf." The driver barely spoke English and I don't think the passengers spoke English at all.

"You want to get to the golf course?"

Vigorous shakes of their heads ensued.

There's a golf course in my neighborhood and I guess they were looking for it. A lot of the greenskeepers are hispanic. Unfortunately their English was about as good as my Spanish. I kept saying "3 lefts... you want to make YOUR NEXT 3 LEFTS," doing the usual stupid thing of repeating it ever louder, as if that would help.

Then I made the mistake of mentioning that the golf course was across from a supermarket. That really confused them I think, because they all started shaking their heads. I ended up drawing a map (sweating profusely on it and their truck as I stood there in the morning cold), which should have worked. But I'll never know.

I kind of like being stopped and asked for directions. It's this little pop quiz in your life. "OK, people, put your notes and books away and take out a pencil. It's time for a quiz." Like the time I was staying in a hotel near LAX. I was walking back to it about 1 AM from a nearby Taco Bell when a Cadillac pulled up beside me. Now there was a pop quiz.

But that's a story for another day.
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