do you know where sesame street is?

yeah, that was actually asked of me today--me, tina, and kat. let's break this down, shall we?
a) hey, dumbass, that ACTUAL question is, "can you tell me how to get to sesame street?"
dipshit.
b) there we were, walking down 14th street, discussing politics (no, really, we were. and let me tell you, its rare that im actually walking down the street having an intellectual conversation. teehee! i am so smart! s-m-r-t!), and this weird, twitchy little guy kept looking over his shoulder at us. when he actually stopped in front of us, i did NOT expect his line to be, "excuse me, do you know where sesame street is? the three of us all stopped short and just stared dumbfounded at him. i mean, how do you respond to something like that!? kat told him it was downtown somwhere, which were the only words any of us could get out. and the kid goes, "oh, ive got a meeting with cookie monster," and walks off. uuuuhhh....did that just happen?
c) was this a pick-up line? did he actually over-hear us debating hillary vs. obama vs. mccaine and think, hmmm, asking them about sesame street will help me score!!
d) if it wasnt a pick-up line, then...uuh...what the eff??

did that *really* just happen?


oh new york city...