Ask someone where you are...
The look on her face goes from pleasant to horrified. "How dare
you touch me, you... you... you filthy...filthy... scum!" She
brushes off her shoulder and humphs and walks away quickly.
Now you are really confused... why do these women hate you? Maybe
you should try to ask a guy. You tap a guy's shoulder this time, and
he turns, surprised. "Excuse me," you begin, "could
you tell me where I am?"
He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and interest.
"Ummm..." he stutters with a low voice, "Well... you
are in the wonderfully miniscule town of Passelton, like you have been
for probably your whole life." He scans your face curiously.
"But you should know that. And why are you talking to me?"
"Um... because you are talking to me?" you say, not really
sure what he means by that. "Why? Should I not be talking to
you?"
"Well, you never have before, and... well, frankly, I'm not sure
why you would talk to a respectable, hardworking, unattractive guy
like me," he sad, almost sorrowfully, almost anticipatingly.
You still aren't sure what he means, so you...
You tap the shoulder of a woman passing by. "Um, excuse
me..." you begin, but she glares at you and hurries away. You
are confused, but try again. You tap a nice-looking lady's shoulder.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but could you tell me..."
