“Excuse me,” I said, moving into his path.
“Yes, young lady?” His cologne assaulted me, but it was pleasant enough at maybe a football field away. I always wondered if people who smelled this strongly of cologne were covering up bad BO and maybe I should buy stock in the company that made it.
“I"m looking for the East Wing,” I said, holding out my map of the building. The print was really small, and I couldn"t really discern one wing from another. The numbers printed on it would require a magnifying glass. This map was a joke.
The balding man looked down at my map briefly. “Ah. East Wing. It"s east, of course.” He chuckled at his little joke. I sort of knew that, thanks. But I didn"t know which way was east from where I stood. He pointed over my shoulder and said, “It should be down to
