I follow an old retired couple onto the elevator at work and I'm in my riding gear; in my right hand is my helmet, in my left is my tank bag. The lady asks if that's a map of Hawaii on my map pouch on the tank bag.
WTF
I just got off a motorcycle, in south Mississippi, in a casino. I don't get uppity with her because I'm coming into work and I might run into these folks while on the casino floor. I kindly look at the map and show it to her and her husband and say its a map of the Mississippi river delta, you know, the end of the road from my last ride.
Man, old people need to stay home and watch TV.
