fail gloriously

Two things. First, I’ve been stopped increasingly often lately, on my way here and there, to help drivers parallel park their cars. I love it, almost as much as being stopped by someone asking for directions. I take it to mean I look something like a local, like I have some idea where I’m going and what I’m doing. I tend to fail when it comes to giving directions; I know my way around, but on foot, not in a car, and I don’t know the names of streets so well. Helping someone park, however, I’m brilliant: it reminds me of the days when I was first hearing Greek, and I thought everyone in this country was named either Ela or Opa. Ha.

Second, I just called the mil. It's that bad.