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The train was on time. Just twenty minutes to go until my job interview, I mustn’t be late. I checked the address on the letter then set off. Five minutes later I was lost.
I asked a passing priest for help. ‘Ah,’ he boomed, ‘climb the steps, then walk onward until you reach the Church of Saint Christopher. Turn right at the crossroads and proceed forward to the graveyard and it’s dead opposite’. Five minutes later I was lost again.
I spotted a chap on a bench swigging from a can of beer and asked him for directions. ‘You see the Dog and Duck’, he slurred pointing to the The Swan, ‘walk past it then, hic, well I think it’s somewhere, burp, along there’. Five minutes later… you guessed!
I saw an elderly lady and thought she might be able to help. ’You see the Home for the Bewildered next to the hospice’, she squeaked, ‘turn left there, then left, and left again’. Five minutes later I was back where I started!
Surprisingly, I eventually found my way there. It was behind the train station! And guess what? I actually got the job!
I donated a couple of quid to an old folk’s charity, said a prayer of thanks in Saint Christopher’s and popped into The Swan for a celebratory drink… and another, and another!
An hour later I stepped outside, tripped and fell flat on my face.
‘Can you direct me to the hospital?’ I asked a passing stranger.
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Thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E.Ayr for hosting The Unicorn Challenge
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© Ayr/Gray
I love your story. Original, funny and heartwarming. It has it all in a very few words!
Thanks for your kind words!
Brilliantly done! I must tell this chap, best not come to Fairbanks as we give directions that always start with, “Well, you know where the old (insert the name of a long defuct establishment) used to be?”
Haha, not the best start! I’ll let him know!
Thanks so much, Violet.
so funny!
Thanks, Beth!
Haha! A tricky interview appointment
It worked out well in the end – until he tripped, that is!
Poor guy, seems to be accident prone
Whoops!
Very whoopsie!
Hahaha! And in these times with GPS, we no longer stop to ask directions… now I’m thinking it’s not worth it being sad about that fact!
Don’t start me on GPS! It sends me all over the place, down dead ends, through narrow lanes, and even tells me to about turn sometimes!
I miss the stopping to ask for directions and yes, occasionally, GPS does send us around odd places!
I may have to rethink my, “If you get lost, stop and ask for directions” idea, although I’ve done it successfully many times. Maybe my luck will run out.
Just a matter of time, Mimi! I think some people misdirect us just for the fun of it!
Ah Keith, I suspect that you are quite often lost as a Lord!
But an interesting take on how we all see the world differently.
Lordy lordy, I get lost getting lost!
Karma at work again in this great circle of a story, Keith.
I love how different people have their different landmarks.
At least nobody mentioned the old, ‘Well, I wouldn’t start from here.’ 😉
So true. When I’m in a strange city I make a mental note of doors and windows so I can find my way back to my hotel/boat/coach or whatever!
Not from here? That would be a lot of help – not!
Oh dear, oh dear…
That’s what I thought!
Oh, dear I can relate (I can get lost in a phone booth). So glad it all worked out in the end. A charmingly funny story, Keith!
Home for the Bewildered! I’m still laughing at that one! Great fun, dear Keith.