The best show in town, Part II

My PI classmates have gotten over their previous temerity about blunt questioning of witnesses. Possibly a bit too much so.

"And could you tell me how I might be able to contact this Tom person and his bitch?"

Meanwhile, however, one of our classmates felt moved to berate us all for our naivete about how the "lower classes of people" live and talk. I don't know what he does for a living, but I wanted to smack him. The instructor - who is fabulous, imagine a cross between Judy Dench and Peter Falk playing Det. Colombo - handled it well though. It was true that many of my classmates were not listening, and repeating the same questions over and over; she pointed out that we were missing clear, culturally specific clues that should have directed our questioning. However, she also reminded us, not for the first time, that a private investigator cannot express or even feel the slightest hint of judgment, condescension or mockery toward anyone they speak to. Otherwise - conversation over, they won't tell you a damn thing. And plus - shame on you, for who are you to feel that way about any fellow human being?

This week's homework assignment is to find a specific house (residence of the fictious Tom, and his lady friend), based on the kind of vague directions that people often give. "Go down Yesler a ways from the grocery store, away from town, farther than you'd want to walk, and then there's a community center where we play bingo sometimes - Minor or Myers or something? Go right somewhere about there, and it's a grey house. It's not the white house where Alex's grandfolks live, it's the one next to that."

Seriously. That's my homework. Find this house and come back with the address.