This really, really happened to me. I was walking along the Embarcadero with a friend. And three teenagers saw us and asked, "Can you help us with directions?"
"Sure," we replied.
"Which freeway goes to Alcatraz?"
Both of us stood back. Shockingly, they looked local to the bay area. "Uh... Alcatraz is an island," I replied. "There's no freeway."
"I know it's an island. Which freeway goes there?" the lone female asked me.
I paused. I didn't know how to respond. "Uh... there are no roads or bridges there. It was an island that was so hard to get to they built a prison on it..."
"Oh... okay. Thanks..." she said to me, looking at us dubiously, walking off.
