I was approaching the doors that lead from the galleries to the front lobby when a man entered, saw me and stopped. He had the air of someone who worked at the museum, but the same dated sticker I was sporting was affixed to his sweater.
"Are the others coming?" he asked me.
I surmised that he was referring to the busload of high school students I'd seen walking around, but I was stuck for a moment pondering how to reply.
Finally I said, "I'm not one of them."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"S'ok."
tags: misunderstanding, humor
Maybe he thought you were a teacher?
ReplyDeleteNeil: That's hilarious if you've read my actual prom sagas:
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In any case, I think teens are able to distinguish themselves from the old folk without much trouble.
JP: It crossed my mind, but then I thought if we were both teachers, wouldn't he know me? It was only one busload of kids. Besides, I think he would've phrased his question differently... the way he said 'the others' made it seem like the others in the group to which I belonged.
A compliment or a come-on? If not, pure ignorance ;)
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