at a gas station when i was a teenager.
but it wasn't
because i couldn't
pump gas,
or check the oil, or wipe
windshields, no.
it was none of that,
it was because i was bad
at giving directions.
i'd ask people
if they knew where the water
tower was,
or the old mill,
or the fork
in the road.
when you see a pasture
full of cows,
turn left.
after an hour or so, they'd be
back yelling at me
for sending them
in an endless circle,
needing even more gas
to get where they were
headed.
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