Success! My rather pathetic excuse for a disguise fooled another member of the public today. He obviously thought I was one of those trendy people who spends a fortune buying their clothes from fancy designer boutiques – so gave me a card promoting such a boutique. No, in fact, he chased me through the shopping centre to give me this card.It must be the cool aloof (or is that blank and distant) look I get when I’m plotting the best possible way to make the most of my ever so sweet lunch break that sold my disguise.
On reflection, maybe I should not be so proud of my disguise. He may in fact have spotted me for what I am, someone with contempt for fashion and its minions. This gesture of good will and money saving may have been made in pity for my blackened soul; an attempt to draw me back into the 'overpriced for the amount of material it contains' fold.
A narrow escape was provided by pressing matters at the bank.
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Thank you *beams with big goofy grin*
Man how i sympathise with the hair questions. The amount of total strangers who used to come up to me and ask dumb questions about my hair!
Ok, so I kinda miss the attention, but I don't miss the weird men in car parks asking where I got my hair 'done' so the Romainian girl(!) who is staying with them (!) can go get hers done there too (!).
I (used to) say the kitchen in my uni halls isn't bookable, and the haridresser's now moved on.
Or maybe he wanted a date? :D
Last time that happened to me, I was at a bipolar convention. Woman across the table declares "You're the most handsome man I've seen in years." There's a click in my head. "Joel, where are you?"
I spent the rest of the day hiding from her.
I would so hide.
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