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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 01:58 pm (UTC)Wandering around Kingston Upon Thames about 14 years ago one evening a small group of 3 'youths' crossed my path to shout "Gothboy!" at me. I like to think that I was so insulted at being called a goth that I was stunned into silence. Truth be told I couldn't think of anything witty I could have replied with.
Years afterwards I still find myself wondering whether it was the done thing for the local kids in the evening to go around shouting out everything they saw. "A Mother and two kids!", "The number 23 to Dorking!", "The great crested greeb!", "Sainsburys!" etc etc.
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Date: 2010-08-18 01:58 pm (UTC)Argh, didn't notice I wasn't logged in...
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Date: 2010-08-18 02:05 pm (UTC)Probably best not to start in the office, though.