Today a blind man asked me where the Ben & Jerrys was on 23rd street.
Lucky for him I had just passed one so I tried to explain that it was "just on the left up a few stores."
Realizing that was probably the worst description of where something was ever spoken to him, I just grabbed his arm and said "let me show you?"
Passing the wonderful smell of hot donuts, I told him for future reference the Ice Cream was next to the Krispy Kreme. "Basically, this is the healthy block of Chelsea," I humored him.
After leading him to the door and parting ways, I realized not only did I do a good deed, but I really should have gotten a Vanilla Malt.