The Bronx is Up. The Battery's Down

I can not make this shit up.

For those of you unfamiliar with Pookie and I, we are always joking that we must have information signs on our heads because people ALWAYS ask us for directions/information.

Today, I was walking in midtown. Rockefeller Center, to be exact. These two ladies (tourists) came up to me and this is how it went:

Lady 1: Excuse meh (southern drawl here...). Could you tell us where Rockefeller Center is?
Kat: You're in Rockefeller Center.
Lady 2: No, no...THE Rockefeller Center.
Kat: Yeah. This is it.
Lady 1: (as an aside to Lady 2) Let me handle this. (speaking slowly) We want to know where Rockefeller Center is. You know, where they put the tree.
Kat: This. Is. It. The tree only goes up at Christmas time. Down there is the skating rink.
Lady 2: Where?

Now, in all fairness, the skating rink becomes a bar in the summer called the Rink Bar and it's full of tables.

Kat: Down there.
Lady 1: (with a sly glance at Lady 2): I see. Thank you.

They then walk away looking at their map. This is a picture of them doing so.

They have been bitch slapped. This is B!tch on the Street....reporting live....FROM Rockefeller Center.