This lady asked me for directions and I gave them to her. Then I drew a secret picture of her. Her shorts were too short.
When I first moved to New York, I got asked for directions ALL the time. The theory is that when you first move here there is a small window of time where you look like you know where you're going, and still look approachable. I haven't got asked in a few weeks, and I was sort of sad, because I really like giving directions.