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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 01:02 pm (UTC)On another occasion in a pub Winchester we encountered a rather strange woman who appeared to take great offence at a friend's septum piercing (to the point of demanding that the bar staff should tell him to leave - apparently she was well known to them, and they subsequently apologised to us about it), and then cornered me on the way back from the bar and demanded "Are you from Glastonbury, or are you with the National Front?".
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Date: 2010-08-18 01:55 pm (UTC)Wow. That is impressively odd. And it just made me laugh out loud.
Though it does sound like the sort of question to which there should be a fantastically witty answer.
No idea what that answer might be, though.
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Date: 2010-08-18 04:41 pm (UTC)