All I did was yell “Neil!!” real loud and I found him.
This strikes me as perfectly plausible.
I guess you could also have asked an usher where the guy in the suspenders and bow tie is. Of course, they might say, The clowns that are blowing dog balloons are over there and you would have to explain, No, the guy is wearing boat shoes. Oh! she'd say, He's in 124.
Just shouting does seem more efficient, really, now that I think about it.
You know, my mother for years suffered a disconcertingly relentless cough. It was loud, persistent and unbelievably annoying, even for someone as patient and forgiving as I am. (She lives with my brother who is basically a crazy version of me, so you can imagine that particular domestic scene...) The small upside to the cough was it acted as an outSTANding geolocation device. If we were to meet in a Target, maybe I'd first ducked into a Hobby Lobby, all I'd need to do is walk in and get past the shopping carts and the weird, random shit they have stacked up, kind of in between that and the watches, and just stand there for a second and listen. It never failed. I could walk straight to her.
