You Don’t Know Where You Are Going
I was waiting for the F train on my way to work and a woman with two children approached me to asked directions. I wish I could have helped her more, but I was already late.
She said “I’m trying to get the the public assistance office on 36St, or maybe it was 36Ave?” I looked at her puzzled and said well which is it? Although I wanted to say “if you don’t know where you are going how can I give you directions!?” but that would have been a little over the top. She looked at me with vacant eyes and said “it’s here in queens.” I immediately regretted not taking a cab to work .
My train arrived and I looked down at her two children, one about 5 and the other in a stroller, maybe 18 months. I felt bad for them having a mother that is so unorganized. So, I gave the best directions I could to someone who didn’t know where they were going. “Alright, go to the other side of the tracks and get on a local train going the opposite direction. This will take you to 36 street. Once you’re there ask someone else where the public assistance office is. If nobody knows, find someone with a phone and ask them to Google it for you.” She gave me one last confused and vacant look before I stepped onto the train and the doors closed behind me.
I’ll never know if they made it to the public assistance office or if they are still roaming all over Queens in vain. Either way, I hope the next person she asked had a little more sleep than I did the night before.