more on bus drivers, with a removal man thrown in for good measure
Now I'm even wondering whether I'm right about the Cornish-pastie. Perhaps I've got him all wrong and he's a rocket-and-anchovy-salad-with-a-coriander-dressing-and-glass-of-Sauvignon type.
The world's gone mad.
It reminded me of the lad who helped us move in to this house a couple of months back. He comes in - tall, thin, nylon tracksuit, Nike cap, the words 'I-like-looking-tough' tattooed down his left arm and the words 'I-like-frightening-people' carved into his army-short hair - and he happens to see Husband's 'Learn Japanese' book in one of the boxes. 'Oh,' he says, 'who's learning Kanji, then?' He and Husband then have a nice intellectual chat about the different Japanese alphabets while I stand there, inadequate and Japanese-challenged.
I do wish, once I've stereotyped people, they would stay where I put them. Most disconcerting.