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[gothwalk]

So I got on the train in Dun Laoghaire last night, a bit later than I normally would, and this little old lady, all in black, black handbag, black hat, sits opposite me. I was reading A Clash of Kings, a big hardback book. After a few minutes glaring, she asked, in an educated, slightly English accent, "Is that a historical book, young man?".

"No, ma'am," I said, somewhat apologetically, "It's fantasy."

"Hmph. Ungodly stuff, other fantasy. Lord of the Rings is the only true fantasy."

I attract these people like a magnet.

Comments

[fornorald.livejournal.com]

Not so hard, to explain really. Especially if you don't have to explain it at all. You've heard, I'm sure, of people getting promotions based on dressing better than their coworkers? Not based on any inherent aptitude on their part. So, really, clothes can make the man, at least in the workplace.

In your special case it might mean a lot of starch however. For the clothes I mean, so they can hide your potentially non-existent middle bits and hold up what's left. You couldn't very well starch the arms, legs and head now, could you? Why, you wouldn't be able to move at all, or be productive. At which point they'll think your trying for promotion to upper management. Can't have that...

[elorie.livejournal.com]

Aren't you upper management, at this point, dear?

**evil chortle**