Me: Hello, where would you like to go?
Young Frenchman: Hello, I am going to zee Watts Street in Tribeca.
Me: What street?
YF: Yes.
Me: Yes, what?
YF: Watts Street.
Me: I don't know, you tell me.
YF: Watts eez zee name of zee street in Tribeca.
Me: There are many streets in Tribeca. They all have different names. Just tell me the one you want to go to.
YF: Watts Street!
Me: Monsieur, je ne sais pas! How should I know the name of the street? You're supposed to tell me that!
YF: (slowly, and with a hint of exasperation) Sir, there eez a street and zee name of zee street eez Watts! Double you ay tee tee ess!
Me: Ohh, do you mean "Watts Street"?
YF: Yes! Do you know eet?
Me: Sure, it intersects with Where Avenue. I believe there's a Y on that block.
YF: Please take me there.
Me: Take Where to the Y on Watts?
YF: I don't know zee Y.
Me: Ah, mon ami, neither do I, neither do I. We may know Where and we may know Watts, but we never really know Y, do we?
YF: No, I have never known zee Y.
Me: Why even think about it? Let's go.
YF: Okay.
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I believe I was sent here to take rides like this. I believe it's my calling. Along with clicking here for Pictures From A Taxi, of course.
