I realized again but only after massive confusion that when women speak of places then directions are all in the abstract. Even when pointing to an actual place that is out of sight they will point in the wrong direction. So if you were to start walking in search of the place by the directions just given, even direct pointing, you will walk off in the wrong direction.
This happened again yesterday and the woman had me absolutely baffled while on the street, later I looked it up. She wants to direct me to a new place but she's careless with necessary details.
I had just started off walking when she emerged from a door and said directly to me having picked me out from the people passing by both directions, the same thing the previous guy said, "There he is." As if discovering me.
She walked with me for a distance down the block. I have no idea how long she intends to stay with me. It turned out to be to the end of the block. "Have you tried Zep's?"
Never heard of it. But I must try it she insists. "It's where the old Arby's used to be." That's directly in front of us within sight. Due South. It's now Torchy's. The distance is immediate. It's across the street. So what she said didn't make sense and I'm trying to visualize another Arby's in the area that she is pointing due West. She raised her arm and pointed toward the mountains. Zep's. Like Led Zeppelin. A few blocks that way in the old Arby's.
She meant 1/2 block due north, behind us, in the old Gizmo's.
She's all kinds of wrong and expects me to find it.
And I did. Bless her heart. Simple search [zep's denver] shows immediately it's in an adjoining building.
This is the third such similar incident this week where in speaking with a woman she pointed in the wildly wrong direction, just conversationally, simply to gesture "over there" and not specify an actual geological direction. And it's only Thursday.
I'm not complaining.
I'm describing an observation.
By contrast awhile ago the broken down guy with wrapped feet sitting in the sun in his wheelchair on Easter, alcoholic presumably, while talking about his unhappiness he pinpointed in the air onto his map actual veteran's places, (angrily, places that didn't help him) their real names, while pegging in front of him to his sides and behind him. All in the right direction. I could have walked to any place he mentioned. He is hopelessly broken but he's got a good local map in his head and he knows where he's been.