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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 11:25 am (UTC)I go through phases of getting yelled at a lot, but the weirdest?
I suppose that came from a woman in Göttingen who decided I was a witch (she told me so in great detail at the bus stop once) and used to yell SATAN! and WHORE OF SATAN! at me when she saw me, which was pretty regularly. Then I got the internet at home and stopped needing to go out for my bizarre abuse...
Next oddest also happened in Göttingen when a woman yelled at me, "You aren't in Turkey NOW!" which I kind of knew already, but I thanked her cordially anyway. I guess that woman-who-thought-I-am-a-witch was having a day off.
XD
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Date: 2010-08-18 11:32 am (UTC)I'm not sure I understand the full extent of your question, having never seen Ever Decreasing Circles. After a little light googling, though, I'm going to go with a 'no' :)
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Date: 2010-08-18 11:41 am (UTC)I'll get me coat...
Yeah, the Göttingen abuse was in German. People would have to get up close to me and hear me yammering in my furriner speech/accent before they would know to abuse me in pidgin English (for some reason, everyone so inclined knew phrases like 'Fuck you!' or the best one was "You are fucking!", which had the obvious witty rejoinder of, "No, I'm being harrassed by a cretin."). Initially this involved me thinking, "Did she just say...? Oh!" or being vague and asking them to repeat it more slowly and clearly for me. After a time, Pollyanna was able to shrug and speculate how jolly thrilled Miss Rumney and Mrs Hyslop would have been that I could understand every crazy word and parse the grammar!
Today, I am making long comments.
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Date: 2010-08-18 11:46 am (UTC)We do sometimes match a bit, being both a bit inclined towards the combats-and-t-shirt school of fashion. But never deliberately! (We have occasionally drawn straws to see who has to get changed after deeming out t-shirts too similar to be simultaneously worn.)
I'm sure Mrs Hyslop would approve of knowing enough German to understand crazing screaming witch-women. She'd practically encourage it :)
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Date: 2010-08-18 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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