tourists...
Jul. 20th, 2015 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smittenbyuEvery summer I do this. I shock people. I surprise them. Catch them off-guard and throw them off. I get perplexed looks. It’s hilarious actually. And here I think I am being helpful. And then I remember the daze of being in a new city. In some cases, a city ten times bigger than what you are used to. A new train system. Might be your first time using public transportation. You are having to figure out how to get tickets, staring at the map as if it’s magically going to speak to you and tell you where you need to go. In some cases you are handling numerous kids, some seniors needing assistance. You become completely oblivious to the world around you and you are fully focused to conquer this mountain.
And in that daze, here comes this tiny soft-spoken creature answering the questions that are boggling your mind. And that can be a scary thing! I have learnt to not do that. But gently ask if they need help and give them a minute or two to recover and then accept assistance. But I get them every single time. I swear I look decent. I swear I brushed my teeth. But I always get them, tourists.
And in that daze, here comes this tiny soft-spoken creature answering the questions that are boggling your mind. And that can be a scary thing! I have learnt to not do that. But gently ask if they need help and give them a minute or two to recover and then accept assistance. But I get them every single time. I swear I look decent. I swear I brushed my teeth. But I always get them, tourists.
