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ventaOn Saturday night, ChrisC and I were strolling across the North Circular on the way to the cinema. Not that we were a danger to traffic, we used a pelican crossing and everything. As a car which had stopped at the lights pulled away, the passenger wound down the window, leaned out and yelled at us "Are you two twins?"
Now, I can understand the question. Superficially, we look quite similar: similar height, similar hair-colour, and we both have long hair[*]. We have - occasionally - been mistaken for each other by people who know us well (though admittedly at a distance, or in photographs, and not recently).
What baffled me was that the shouter clearly intended it to be a cutting and deadly insult. As it was, it left us both faintly amused with a side order of "eh?"
Of course, it is possible that our fashionably-tousled teenager has embarked on a policy of yelling weird things out of windows with the aim of causing confusion and cognitive dissonance all over London (I'd certainly find that much more fun than hurling abuse at people).
[*] We also wear nearly-identical, independently-chosen glasses. Though mine were in my bag at the time, rather than on my face, so not directly relevant. On the rare occasions I leave mine lying around somewhere in our flat, whole seconds of hilarity ensue.
What's the strangest thing anyone's ever shouted at you?
Now, I can understand the question. Superficially, we look quite similar: similar height, similar hair-colour, and we both have long hair[*]. We have - occasionally - been mistaken for each other by people who know us well (though admittedly at a distance, or in photographs, and not recently).
What baffled me was that the shouter clearly intended it to be a cutting and deadly insult. As it was, it left us both faintly amused with a side order of "eh?"
Of course, it is possible that our fashionably-tousled teenager has embarked on a policy of yelling weird things out of windows with the aim of causing confusion and cognitive dissonance all over London (I'd certainly find that much more fun than hurling abuse at people).
[*] We also wear nearly-identical, independently-chosen glasses. Though mine were in my bag at the time, rather than on my face, so not directly relevant. On the rare occasions I leave mine lying around somewhere in our flat, whole seconds of hilarity ensue.
What's the strangest thing anyone's ever shouted at you?
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Date: 2010-08-18 09:06 am (UTC)Me and some mates used to do this when we were teenagers. Over-educated sixth-formers who'd recently discovered Monty Python. It didn't really work: sometimes we got bafflement, but more reliably we got told to sod off in no uncertain terms. Which was fair enough, so we did.
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Date: 2010-08-18 09:35 am (UTC)I'm a great collector of overheard snatches of conversations - the sort where someone walks past and you feel like you want to turn round and follow them to find out the context.
When at university, some friends of mine decided that they were going to deliberately spout nonsense whenever people walked past them to create this effect.
Unfortunately, the first pair of people they passed beat them to it, by saying something along the lines of "Shall we stop off at home and masturbate first?"
At which point they decided they were outclassed and gave up :)
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Date: 2010-08-18 12:50 pm (UTC)