The International Case of the Pronounced Mandible

[teenybuffalo]

It's pouring out, and Studly Boss finally conceded that we should cancel tours for the rest of the afternoon.  I'm at home, with my feet up and the fan pointed at me, enjoying having nothing to do right this moment.  It's my first day off in two weeks. *is virtuous*

I promised asakiyume that I would start blogging about my worklife more often.  She is

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[negothick]

So, the genuine Russian lady eccentrics didn't buy the ghost tour, but the BIBLE-campers DID? That's strange enough right there.
I'd say that even as Madame Arcati, er, Aurelia, in Harvard Square you don't stand out as particularly weird--as your anecdotes prove. We're all crazy there.

[negothick]

Oh, and about the insect mandibles. . . as they used to say, "Your best friends won't tell you!"

And about those gills. . .

[greenlily]

:) I love your tales of Wacky Tourist Hijinks. Honestly, what did the little Russian lady expect you to do right then and there?

I'm very glad now that I've never stopped to chat with the tour-persons-awaiting-tourists in the Square, as a sympathetic 'Oh dear, how on earth do you survive in that costume when the weather is so warm?' would undoubtedly have crept into my conversation at some point. It hadn't occurred to me that that's a faux pas, but of course it is.

[negothick]

Right up there with taunting and making faces at the guards at Buckingham Palace, trying to make them crack up.