I know, I know. At least, I know now.
I turned too soon and I’m on a dead end street. Dangme! I need to turn around and try the next street over.
Excuse me, Mr. Pedestrian. I’m not in a hurry or anything so I’ll wait while you cross the street. Cross the street dressed in your bright green jacket and brown felt hat. Yes, yes. I know I’m in the wrong spot. You don’t have to address with me with such a stare, sir. It’s humiliating enough to have taken a wrong turn; your gawk does not have to address me as a weirdo here. My mistake will be easily remedied once you are out of the road and I can continue on my way.
By the way, nice hat.