“Connecticut? Follow me.”
I’m driving back to Boston around 6:30 am and of course get lost trying to find 95 North (I’m a little challenged). I’m stopped on a bridge on the edge of Manhattan and ask the guy in the car next to me how to get to Connecticut. He’s about 20 and maybe of Latino/Italian descent in an old school tricked out Oldsmobile. He said “Connecticut? Follow me.” So I did. He proceeded to lead me off the highway. I get a
little nervous, but we don’t seem to be going down any dark alleys. A truck separates us. He pulls over so I can catch up, still no alleys. Then gets me on the expressway and points and waives. I notice that he pulls off the highway at the next exit, clearly having gone out of his way to help. Thank you young NYC guy. May your rims shine brightly this summer!
- Andrea Henry, comedian
