A moment of slapstick

I was walking down the High Street this morning when a young bloke, early twenties, asks me if I know where he can catch a bus to Corydon. Continuing to walk I say "Yes" and look ahead of me to point in the direction he needs to go. I turn back to him to offer a few directions and he seems to have vanished. I stop and look back. He was, it seems, looking at me rather than where he was walking and walked smack into a sign post. He is now sitting on his arse on the pavement with his nose bleeding.

In my defence I didn't start to laugh until he was laughing himself.