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Like a true man, asking directions is for pussies, so I pulled out my ‘trusty map.’ It was as helpful this afternoon as it was the night before. Why would you only put five street names on a map covering a city the size of Edinburgh? I was a young discouraged, yet still determined. After twenty minutes of looking around, I started to recognize one on one sex chat from my bus tour. ‘That’s helpful,’ I thought to myself. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, any similarity between what I saw the day before and what I was currently looking at vanished. ‘Crap!’
In a futile effort, I took one more look at the map. Then I looked across the street. ‘You know, that funny looking building looks like the cartoon of the museum on this map,’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh, Shit, I know where I am! But how do one way video chat get to the train station?’
At that moment, another voice rang out like the singing of angels; which is funny, because it was an old mans voice. But, it was the voice of salvation coming to my rescue.
“Are ‘ye lost sonnie?” he asked in a gruff Scottish accent.
“Like you wouldn’t believe, sir,” I thankfully responded.
“Where a’ ‘ye tryin’ tu’ go?”
“The train station,” I said hopefully.
“Well, lucky you, ‘tits right ‘cross the street,” he spoke kindly, almost amused.
“REALLY!?!?”
“Sure! See the Royal Bank of Scotlan’?”
“Yes.”
“Go to the on line sex chat and ‘ye’ll find some steps. Go down ‘em, and ‘ye’ll fin’ ‘yaself in the center of town. Can’t miss the train station then sonnie.”
“God bless you sir,” I said extending my hand in gratitude.
“No problem son,” he said griping my hand firmly. “Be careful and God speed.”
With that he turned and walked away, probably laughing to himself and thinking, ‘Stupid Americans,’ but I didn’t care, I was back on track. I’ll tell you this though, so far on my journeys, I have never met kinder, happier, friendlier people than the Scottish and the Irish. Not that the English are none of these things, but my time in England has on line sex chat spent mostly in London. Eight million people, you do the friendly math! Plus, while in London, I always seemed to know where I was going, or at least how to get back to where I came from. But every spot of trouble I may have found myself in while in on line sex chat and Scotland, there were always friendly souls there to help me out. It felt like I had someone watching over me. This gave my current mission a sublime assurance. |
