Today, kids, the Hermit was confronted by a strange, North-Eastern, middle-aged woman at Westside, Camac St. I'm often approached by various strange(JUDE standards) and eccentric(Also JUDE standards) people who are searching for answers or some of whom are lost. (It becomes an ugly sight when they demand too many appointments...then its the block them out policy...refer to the picture.)
Unlike other days...today was unique...simply because I, the Hermit, was left clueless by her question...which went along the lines of
"Are you Prince Harry?*Beaming Smile*"
"Huh...excuse me?"
"Are you Prince Harry?*Bicco toothpaste smile*"
"Er...no.*Colgate Gel smile*"
In hindsight, I wonder...what could I have replied to this distressed soul? Methinks I should've taken the avatar of my good friend and confidante Ray Mcooney who according to my calculations would've replied,"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not!"
Incase of an identity crisis he suggests that we all should carry a flute in a back pockets...why?...we could answer these questions through the medium of music!
My conclusion is that this woman suffers from Imnevagonameetnewoncool syndrome...well...if she does meet me again on a Wednesday between the hours of 3pm and 7pm I might be able to arrange for her to meet Prince Harry(Free of charge). If you do read my blog...please respond.
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