Trembling behind

Noticed a lack of Americanization in my adaptation to American life. Where I so courageously led my troops up the stairs from the subway and was sole responsible of opening the gateway to freedom via the emergency exit-door I have now hesitated. Twice. I’ve used the regular exit. And yesterday on my way to work I met a guy riding his bike towards the traffic (very NYC) and he stopped and asked me for directions to get to the 6th Street. I thought he meant the 6th Avenue cause that was just a few blocks or less from where we were, but without thinking further, I mumbled, “sorry mate, no clue”. But I probably did have a clue and I’m pretty sure he was heading the wrong way.