As darkness approaches. . .

My sister and I pulled into what we thought was an offical building to ask directions. The building looked like an American government one - very official and very clean. When I say clean, I think clinical would be a better word.
Just as I was about to get out of the car, a man in a uniform came out of the building. I thought the uniform looked like a policeman but it wasn't it was a fireman.
With a British accent, I asked him if he heard of my nephew's restaurant. He replied yes he knew it and proceeded to tell me how to get to it. The trouble was his directions were full of Highways this and routes that - he might as well have been talking in another language because I certainly didn't understand any of it. In England, we are more direct with our instructions.
I then asked him to draw us a map whereupon he said, "Follow me. I'm going to Wendy's but if you carry on straight down the road after I turn off at Wendy's you'll see it on the right."
It sounded pretty simple to me.
He got in his car, drove out onto the main road and I followed.
I was saying to my sister how nice it was for him to put himself out for us. She agreed.
We had been following him for about 10 minutes. He'd stop at the lights for us and wait till we caught up because we had no idea where we were going. It was a case of following the leader.
Then, out of the blue . . . . . .