My recent (quite daft) lesson in the Reverse Law of English mortification.
Recently I experienced a mix up that should haunt me. This hasn't happened because this is England where the rules are different.
Recently, after a busy day, I walked to a small nearby pottery.
Arriving, I admired the clay animals in the window then entered. No one was in but I spotted a collection box, so just looked around. A minute later, a woman entered the shop, saying a cheerful hello.
I said hello and stuck to my corner of the shop while she glanced around. She then announced with a smile. "Ohhh I like your hair."
On autopilot, I smiled and said. "Ah, thanks. It needs a cut."
The smile froze and she pointed at the window. "No... I meant the hare... the rabbit."
I looked at the window. There was a pottery hare in the display. Red flush of shame.
She obviously thought I owned the shop.
I started to apologise, but she suddenly smiled brightly, said "Bye!" and hurried back towards the village. This should've been the end of it. Small interaction. The
... Show more...My recent (quite daft) lesson in the Reverse Law of English mortification.
Recently I experienced a mix up that should haunt me. This hasn't happened because this is England where the rules are different.
Recently, after a busy day, I walked to a small nearby pottery.
Arriving, I admired the clay animals in the window then entered. No one was in but I spotted a collection box, so just looked around. A minute later, a woman entered the shop, saying a cheerful hello.
I said hello and stuck to my corner of the shop while she glanced around. She then announced with a smile. "Ohhh I like your hair."
On autopilot, I smiled and said. "Ah, thanks. It needs a cut."
The smile froze and she pointed at the window. "No... I meant the hare... the rabbit."
I looked at the window. There was a pottery hare in the display. Red flush of shame.
She obviously thought I owned the shop.
I started to apologise, but she suddenly smiled brightly, said "Bye!" and hurried back towards the village. This should've been the end of it. Small interaction. The mortification is mine. But no.
A day later, I was headed to the shops when I spotted her in front of a house down the lane. I smiled and called out a hello.
She ducked behind her car. Obviously hiding.
Since then, she's dived behind her bins and sprinted to the next aisle in Tesco to avoid me.
It's obvious that the only solution is my spontaneous combustion, or leaving the village.
The saga continues.
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Christianna 🏳️🌈🌏🕊️
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