My mom was wandering around downtown without me, which means she’s liable to stumble across things she won’t notice when I’m there. I demand complete attention. Otherwise I nibble whatever’s on the sidewalk, jump on friendly people walking by and fulfill my mission to rid the world of motorcycles and skateboards.
My mom took a photo of this sign. She says she can relate as tourists are always getting lost. It’s an indie coffee shop called Monorail Espresso. So naturally tourists ask directions to Starbucks.
We’re not surprised. From my vantage point on my mom’s lap, I’ve watched tourists ask bus drivers for all sorts of things while we natives wait patiently to get where we’re going.