I don't know what it is about me, whether I look particularly sweet and innocent, safe, kind (ha!) or what, but I seem to be endlessly approachable. If there is someone on any given street that I happen to be walking down who needs directions, the time, or advice on how to use something (twice now I've given lessons on how to top up your Oyster card!), they will definitely ask me. The other day a man on a bike even accosted me as I was crossing the road to ask "Where is this place?" Bless him.
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| Apparently this face says 'Hi, I'm super nice!. Ask me anything and I'll do my best to help!'. GRR. |
The whole thing is pretty hilarious as I'm actually a very grumpy, hostile person when approached in the street by strangers. Plus I'm seriously bad at giving directions. The expression on the face of the directions-requester usually turns from hope to bewilderment, followed by embarrassment and finally regret, whilst I'm there going 'Oh.. yeah, I know where that is! Or do I?... I think if you go straight down here, then turn right at the lights... no wait that's somewhere else. Just a second...' Telling the time I can usually do, I'll admit. And I'm a total expert on how to top up your Oyster card now I've been in London for ALL OF THREE SECONDS people - Jeez, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
Anyway, I am including this as a 'Love' because actually it's quite nice to think that I look pleasant and friendly as I go about my business (maybe) and also because occasionally the approacher is a dashing young man... ehem... But I'm also including it as a 'Bug' because a) nine times out of ten the approacher is the odorous trampy type, is somewhat creepy and/or has a general aura of psychosis floating around them and b) just - Jeez, LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Bah!
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