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A few months ago I found myself asking for driving directions at a café in a mall. Three teens were there, two behind the counter and one who seemed to be hanging out with the other two. I asked the younger of the two behind the counter for directions, but her older and presumably senior co-worker interrupted and insisted upon giving directions himself, perhaps to show off for his visiting friend. Amused she would be. The friend and younger co-worker winced, grinned, and rolled their eyes through the demonstration, stifling laughter the entire time while the poor guy used his head and arms to demonstrate each left and right turn I would need to make. He did not name a single street or landmark along the way. Finally, he decided to draw a map.

The younger co-worker gave me a look that said, “I have to deal with this every day.”

I said thanks and smiled.