People...*sigh*

So I'm walking my really old dog today outside of the condo building. A New Orleans Metro bus stop is mere steps from my door, and since the street cars are STILL not running, tourists are taking the bus uptown.

So this really clean-cut young couple step off of the bus and start wandering around toward the bad part of uptown a block away, instead of the nicer part of the Garden District and toward Commander's Palace. I began to get concerned for them when they had to stop and take a picture of an old Victorian home next door as the hubby/dude/guy fumbled around with the cheezy tourist map. As a former tourism professional, I HAD to step in...

"Hey," I quasi-yelled over the roar of St. Charles traffic. "The cemetery is that way."

They looked up and said, "That way?" and pointed.

"Yes, that way!"

Morons. But that's not all. THEN...

"Do you know where Brad and Angelina live?"

Do people really want to know that? Really? They need to get a life.

I answered that I wasn't sure, and that they were in Cannes, anyway. The lady smiled REALLY big, and said:

"I KNOW!"

People...*sigh*