I asked a man on the street for directions to the nearest uncertain address.
          He did not understand what I said, but he looked at his watch and he told me it was 4:30 PM.
          I asked him if he was deaf, retarded, or maybe Chinese.
          He told me he was a presbyterian.
And he told me that in Yiddish.
          I asked him if he wanted to dance.
He said yes, and he handed me an active grenade.