So, yesterday afternoon, I'm on the phone with my mom and dad, and I go out the front door to get better signal. I'm on the phone about 5 minutes when the neighbour walks out, and she putters around a bit, chucking bits of paper and stuff caught in the flowerbeds, when she gets a good look at me ... and then she just ends up kinda ... hanging around. And I'm getting really uncomfortable now because like, 45 minutes later (yeah, we spend a LONG time on the phone, my mom and I) she's still just ... staring at me.
So finally, I hang up and say hi. Her English is practically non-existent, but she gamely introduces herself, asks where I'm from I do the same (Pakistan), I ask how long she's been in London, her the same. And then: "Ladies?"
At first I can't make out exactly what she's saying, but by the 3rd or 4th attempt she switches to "Gentlemen?" and I click (Duh, yet another proud blonde-Simone moment

) so I answer "Lady". She looks at me way quizzically, starts to say something else, and I end the conversation with "I'm working on it..."
Gigglesnort. That was the most hilariously surreal one I've had yet, and I've had a couple so far ... Like the Irish guy on the tube who stared at my friend and I so hard that SHE got uncomfortable and asked him if he had a problem ... or the guy who almost fell off the ladder ... or the shopkeeper who asked me if I had a boyfriend. I mean, how forward do you get?! (hehe. I said yes. Simone = Evil >

). But that she would stick around for almost an hour just to ask if I was a girl or a boy. Damn.
As my good friend Tash said the other day: "We're past the point of no return now honey. Here there be dragons!"
~Simone.