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Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon
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March 2014
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Vasaris, the Fuzzy Dragon [userpic]
Off in another direction

It has recently come to my attention that some people apparently don't have a sense of direction and, despite certain things being blazingly obvious, can't find their way out of a paper bag.

It's quite frightening really.

I work in a gas station on the US/Canadian border, just off of I-5, and because of this I see horrifically large numbers of people just passing through on their way from one place to another. Fortunately, most of these people know where they're going, which is an excellent thing.

Strangely, however, some people find themselves where they hadn't actually intended to be.

Today, it wasn't terribly disturbing. Two customers came in and asked for directions to places in the same county as I live in. Both are well over twenty miles away, and in a totally different direction, but if you can't be bothered to get off of I-5 and ask for directions, I suppose it's not all that surprising.

Customer #1: "How do I get to Deming?"
Me: *blink* "Deming?"
Customer#1: *nods*
Me: "Go back to Bellingham and turn left."
Customer#1: "Thanks!"

Note: Deming is a verrrrry small place, although I think one of the casinos is near it... I could be wrong, though.

Customer #2: How do I get to Sumas?
Me: *blink* "Sumas?"
Customer #2: "Sumas."
Me: "Go back south to the Birch Bay-Lynden Road and turn left."
Customer #2: "Thanks!"

Note: At least Sumas *also* has a border crossing, and there are some things in British Columbia that are easier to reach from the Sumas Crossing.

On the other hand, we recently had some lost people who were very, verrrrrrrry far out of their way.

A young woman comes in, looking flustered.
YW: "Where are we?"
Me: "Blaine."
YW: "Where's that?"
Me: *blink* *stare* "Ummmm. The Canadian border is about a half-mile thataway."
I politely point toward the border crossing. "Why?"
YW: "We're trying to get to Ellensburg."
Me: *gape* *stare* *gape* "Uh..."
YW: "I think we came too far north."
Me: "Where'd you start from?"
YW: "Portland."
Me: *thinks, No... really?*
YW: "My friend was driving while I slept. How do we get to Ellensburg from here?"
Me: "Head back south to Seattle. Turn left."
YW: "But we were just *in* Seattle!"
Me: "..."

Ellensburg is on the other side of the Cascades.

The young woman was later overheard on her cell phone telling her boyfriend that they'd be there in a couple of hours.

Yeah.

If they broke mach 1.


But the real winner of the last month is this one.

A pair of Young Males comes in, looking terribly confused.

YMs: "Dude! Where are we?"
Me: *thinking that obviously we need even more of those kitschy 'Welcome to Blaine' signs* "Blaine."
YMs: "Where's that?"
Me: "The Canadian border is right over there." *wonders if they're related to the girls from last week*
YMs: "We're trying to get to Montana."
Me: "..." *scrabbles over the concrete and tile trying to find all of the pieces of my jaw, since it shattered when it hit the floor.*
YMs: "We were told if we took I-5 it would take us there."
Me: *drops the rescued pieces of my poor, abused mandible and tries to decide between laughing or crying. Settles for moaning quietly in the corner.*
Co-worker: "Wait. Montana?"
Me: *ignores this because superglue is my friend, and look! It works on bone, too!*
YMs: "Yeah."
CW: "Head back to Seattle and turn left."
YMs: "Seattle?"
Me: *testing my newly put together jaw.* "Yep."
YMs: "Man, we were just there!"
CW: "..."

Scary. Just. Plain. Scary.

You have to love the geographical knowledge pounded into the heads of America's youth. Otherwise, who would we laugh at?

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