What's wrong with people?

Ladies and gentlemen, I have had a rough morning. On my way to my interview for the day, I got myself good and thoroughly off-course due to personal error and bad directions. Naturally, I realized I was not in the right place and set about finding someone who looked knowledgeable enough to tell me, roughly, how to get out of the ass-end of the world and back to where I needed to be.

Given the relative compactness and nimble handling of the VX800, I started by rolling up to people at the stoplight I was at. One lady was on her cell-phone, so I knew right away she wasn't bright enough to bother with.

I rolled up to the next car and here's where things got entertaining. I was right next to this woman in her car. I leaned down and tried to make eye contact, but she wouldn't look.

So I started waving, like "HI! Motorcyclist over here, trying to get your attention." Seriously, she started to look kind of to the left, but somehow NEVER SAW ME. I'd like to mention again that I was close enough that, apart from the car door, I could have tapped her on the shoulder.

Ok, so maybe she's afraid of being robbed. After all, I was in Scottsdale, and everyone knows that if you want to rob a rich person in their car at a stoplight, the best way to do it is to dress like you're going to a job interview, go to Scottsdale (that's where the pretend-rich people live), pull up next to one of them them on your motorcycle and start waving at them. As soon as they notice you, you whip out your Glock and demand tribute. Yep, definitely a good plan for crime, right there.

Anyway, I gave up on her and rolled around to ANOTHER car. A large, tough looking guy was in that car. He wouldn't look at me either. So I started waving, and he just waved back.

I was like "ok, well, that's the best response so far" so I mimed rolling down the window. No good. I wasn't going to bother yelling, since I was wearing my helmet and his window was up. The light turned green and off we went.

I gave up on the idea of "kindness of strangers," and went into the FIRST gas station. A firefighter (is it just me, or are firefighters universally awesome?) told me how to get to the part of town I needed to be in. I thanked him and ran back to my bike.

I tore out of the gas station and on to the freeway (luckily, it was only a block away) and got, roughly, to where I needed to be. Then I got lost again, because my directions were just that bad.

I pulled into another gas station, and tried to get SOMEONE to tell me how to get to my desired destination. I talked to four or five people, including the attendants, and none of them could give me directions, and only one of them was remotely polite (I think she dug my bitchin' motorcycle). I called the office and let them know why I was late and that I'd be there as soon as I could.

So, I decide to go for the "arrive by magic" approach and just start riding. 2 blocks from the gas station I pulled into, I found the "Greenway-Hayden Loop," and shortly after that, the office where my interview was. Yay magic.

Half an hour late (an hour and 15 minutes into my ride), I get into the darn office and have my interview. It went poorly, probably because I was so steamed by the time I found the stupid place (not to mention I was really late).

Note to self, never trust Expedia when an address is on a "loop."