I was in line at London Drugs at Granville and Georgia today and noticed a thin guy in the next line wearing ratty clothes and a baseball cap giving me a sideways look and then shaking his head. The baseball cap had a red dragon on it and several pins across an odd range of symbology. The face under the hat looked familiar, somewhat — possibly someone I have only seen a bad picture of, but thinner, older, and definitely more worn out looking than the picture, so I really wasn't sure. The person had already sidled over to a line further away, and while we cleared the checkouts at just about the same time the person scurried out of the store before I had a chance to say, "Hello. Is your name Purple?"
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Date: 2005-10-07 08:37 pm (UTC)The Moriarty to you Holms, the Baby With The Uni-brow to your Maggie Simpson.