Post by SpookyMeggie on Nov 14, 2004 17:43:14 GMT -5
I was traversing the streets of Ontario's We-Wish-We-Were-Britain district, also known as Stratford, this past weekend, doing a bit of pre-Christmas season shopping. After visiting every available chocolate shop and finding no samples (to my great disappointment) I decided to seek a baby shower gift, in the form of a Winnie-the-Pooh anthology, preferably as distanced from the Disney incarnation as possible. This quest took me to several fine literary retailors, but is of no more importance to the story.
In the first of a number of book vending shops, I encountered a strange man. The store looked promising as I entered, featuring a pleasant lack of candles or tupperware, and displaying a plethora of books and toys for intelligent infants. As I traversed the main aisle, a voice to my right (that would be the left, for those of you envisioning this) interrupted my thoughts.
"Not only am I intelligent," said the low, knotted voice. " I am also very smart."
I turned, confused and somewhat startled at this poor understanding of the word 'intelligent'. To my right (your left) stood a thin gentleman, with a single eyebrow and curiously styled hair.
"Where did you get that book?" he intoned, somewhat menacingly. He seemed familiar, but I could not place him. Worried that he was some sort of celebrity, and I would later kick myself for not speaking with him, I quickly introduced myself, threw an arm over his shoulder, and got a passerby to snap our picture.
So, does anyone recognize this fellow?
In the first of a number of book vending shops, I encountered a strange man. The store looked promising as I entered, featuring a pleasant lack of candles or tupperware, and displaying a plethora of books and toys for intelligent infants. As I traversed the main aisle, a voice to my right (that would be the left, for those of you envisioning this) interrupted my thoughts.
"Not only am I intelligent," said the low, knotted voice. " I am also very smart."
I turned, confused and somewhat startled at this poor understanding of the word 'intelligent'. To my right (your left) stood a thin gentleman, with a single eyebrow and curiously styled hair.
"Where did you get that book?" he intoned, somewhat menacingly. He seemed familiar, but I could not place him. Worried that he was some sort of celebrity, and I would later kick myself for not speaking with him, I quickly introduced myself, threw an arm over his shoulder, and got a passerby to snap our picture.
So, does anyone recognize this fellow?
