I'm taking a brisk walk through Central Park, listening to the most exciting part of Jane Eyre and am stopped by a tourist who wants to ask for directions.
Me: Hold on a sec, I need to pause my listening.
Lady: Sure, what are you listening to?
Me: Jane Eyre - it's right where she tells her stiff cousin it kills her to be with him.
Lady: Oh. Will she go on tour soon?
Me: What?
Lady: Will you see her in concert?
Me: No, like I said, I'm listening to Jane Eyre, the book.
Lady: I don't know what that is.
Me: It's...a book.
Lady: Ok, but where is the Merry-go-round?
