Buses, Bigfoot, and Directions

What is up with asking people for directions? It's probably why most guys avoid it if at all possible.  Reactions range from the super helpful (I am normally a bit suspicious of these people) to the dazed and confused stuttering stupor.  Others just choose to ignore the question all together or can't be bothered.  For example:  Today we asked a dull looking girl waiting at a bus stop how to get to the bus station.  Her answer, "I think a bus goes there."  "Do you know which bus goes there?" "No", she replied as she jumped onto a departing bus.  OK.  Strike one.  At least she talked to us.  Plus, we gained possibly valuable information (depending on how much stock you place in dull looking girls).  Moving forward on the girl's pearl of wisdom, we stopped a passing bus and asked the driver, "Which bus goes to the bus station?" His reply, "No buses go to the bus station", as he drove off shaking a finger at us.  That statement was a bit difficult to believe, I mean, they call it a BUS station for a reason you know.  Undaunted, we moved down the block a bit to ask an older couple sitting at a bus stop our favorite question of the day, "How do we get to the bus station?"  Shocked by our audacity and obviously impossible question, the man gave the standard reply to visitors in any developing nation, "Take a taxi."  Unwilling to stoop to 'taxi status' while traveling, we trudged on, walking in the direction we believed the bus station MIGHT be in.  At an intersection, we noticed a bus with a small sign for the bus station in the window.  Could it be?  I climbed on and asked the driver with the last bit of hope in me, "Bus station?" He nodded in the affirmative and we climbed aboard this mythical bus - The Loch Ness Monster, UFO's, Unicorns, and Bigfoot all rolled into one:  a BUS going to the bus station.