Pigs are flying!

Yesterday the oddest thing happened. Not only once but twice I was asked for directions from a man. The first time was at Wal-mart. The poor guy was looking for some electrasol for his dish washer. Koodos to him for wanting to have spotless dishes. The next was at the college when I was getting my books. (For real this time, without Natalie's PJ's on.) He actually followed me to the registration office, poor guy. He was like a little lost sheep. I figure if these men have evolved maybe the others who are affraid to ask directions will also and maybe somewhere pigs have sprouted wings. I can always be hopeful.