"Excuse me? Can you tell me the way to St Martin's Lane?"
I have to think about this one. I can tell her. I've been there many times. It's only five minutes walk away. I almost step into a puddle.
"I know where it is. I just can't..."
"You know. Where J Sheekeys is. The fish restaurant."
Shit. Yes, I know where J Sheekeys is. The fish restaurant. She's off to get her Omega-3s.
"It's...it's...not the first right..."
"The next right?"
Shit, it's left. I'm sure it's left. I'm not shouting after her. I'm not running after her. She'll suss it out. And I'll never see her again.
I buy some smoked salmon and a bagel.
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