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I’m freaking right the fuck out right now. I can’t believe this moment existed. What a blessed Earth we live on. I want to hug them so bad. I feel like my insides are made out of rainbows. Who needs Xanax.
The awkward life of Jess
So this happened today.
I was in Pret, browsing the sandwiches when the guy next to me says, “Wow, I love your t-shirt. You don”t see a lot of Sesame Street t-shirts these days.”
Being a bit surprised by a stranger suddenly talking to me I just replied, “Hmm, really?”
Now “really” happens to be one of the words I sometimes say with a slight American lilt, which the guy picks up on and asks:
“You’re obviously American. Whereabout are you from? Let me guess, midwest?”
Now, normal people at this point would just say that they are in fact English, but not me. I decide that the easiest solution would be to just go along with it.
“No, actually I’m from Massachusetts.”
He then spots the flag I’d just bought, and we have a good 5 minute conversation about why Americans love the Royal family, where I was planning to watch the river pageant tomorrow, where I was travelling afterwards (Stratford obviously, and possibly Bath), and how he had visited Boston once in the 80s and did I know the computer museum he went to.
I don’t know how I get myself into these things.
It almost beats the time I won $10 off a Hurricane Katrina survivor by convincing him I was the daughter of the random woman sat next to me on the train to Chicago. Which in fairness, I didn’t start.
Yes, I have a LAMDA qualification in improv ;)
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In which President Obama gives a fifth-grader the best absence note ever.
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- A fact to make you feel old:
It’s actually unfair that I put so much effort into getting the last tube home and not being on the night bus, and then I fall asleep and wake up sat heathrow. It’s a long way home from Heathrow.
As a bonus, as a frequent public transport napper, it felt good to wake someone up one stop before their home. I think we’re married now.
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Today I discovered that I fit into the Nike children’s running range.
This is going to save me a fortune.
High fives and new shorts all round!