Wandering through Brighton today with a friend, we passed a clothes stall, whose wares were advertised by a series of mannequins dressed in outfits that tended towards the more avant garde end of the spectrum. Just behind them, this pallid figure sat, motionless, on a store front bench.I raised my camera to take a picture, assuming he was a mannequin too. He was sitting so still, and, frankly, who would dress like that of their own accord? And I was just about to say that, as a response to my friend’s question about whether or not he was real, when he moved.
We managed to pretend not to look too alarmed, and burst into hysterical laughter that lasted until the end of the lane, along with a woman behind us who had voiced the same query at the same time as my friend.
When I wasn’t busy trying to mortifyingly embarrass myself, I also noticed these little details.
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Ha ha that's classic. Ooh my friend has that sauce bottle. i hearts it.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of when my grandmother tried to buy an admission ticket from the wax sales clerk at Mme. Tussaud's in London. Being 11 years old at the time, I thought it was beyond hysterically funny. Nanny, however, was not amused.
ReplyDeleteLucky you didn't attempt to try on his hat!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see I'm not the only one unable to tell humans from models!
ReplyDeleteYes, it could've been so much worse though...being thankful!
Oh my gosh, that's so funny!!
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