We were frustrated. We'd gone to an exhibit at the Art Gallery of Ontario and the elevator that went right to where the show was held was down for repairs. We were sent into the museum to find another elevator. We asked a guard who was nearly hostile saying as if we were incredibly stupid, 'I can't tell you where the elevator is until you tell me what floor you want.' I wondered if this was in an employee rulebook or something but I simply said, 'We're going to the second floor.' She pointed to the elevator which was just a few feet down the hallway she seemed to be guarding.
We got up to the second floor and there wasn't a sole around to give us directions, no signage was in place, we felt completely lost. After wandering around for a few minutes without orienting ourselves or finding anything in the way of directions when we started asking other guests of the museum. None knew where we should go. Finally Joe remembered that we were given a map to the building and pulled it out. This is funny in and of itself as Joe can't orient himself in our apartment after dark. But I, as a dutiful spouse, kept my mouth shut.
Joe studied the map for a few minutes and said, 'Where is 'you are here'?' Tessa and I looked at him in incredulity. Joe said, 'What?' I said, 'How can they know where you are when you look at the map? They can't put 'you are here' when they don't know where 'here' is.' Suddenly Joe got it and it struck him funny. He collapsed against the wall laughing. Tessa and I joined in and we howled for several minutes. We were a bit raucous for the crowd there but we couldn't stop.
This moment got us by the whole visit. When we finally found the exhibit, I spoke to the woman standing beside the sign letting us know that we'd arrived where we want to be. I suggested they put up a sign by the elevator indicating where the exhibit was, after all, it was the major exhibit. She said, 'But it's just off the elevator.' I said, 'The elevator is under repair.' She said, 'Oh.' I said, 'You need to put up signs or have someone give directions to people who have to use the elevator.' She said, 'We do have signs.' I said, 'Where?' She pointed to the sign beside her. I gave up.
All the way through the show I had a choice, to remember her dismissal of my suggestion or to remember Joe collapsed against the wall under an imaginary sign, 'You are here'. I chose the latter. It was a good choice.