Complete strangers say odd things to me sometimes. And it’s not just asking for directions.
Middle-aged tipsy lady on the way to the football one Friday night: It’s that man off the TV!
Me: [non-committal] Lady: Yes, you are… who are you… the opposition health spokesman or something?
Me: Umm no, I’m a public transport advocate.
Lady: That’s it! Well you come across very well.
Lady behind the desk at a clinic where I’d taken my dad: What did you think of the budget?
Me: [confused look] Lady: I know who you are.
Cop standing next to me on the (packed) train last Friday night, as heaps of people got out at Glenhuntly, to another cop nearby: This might be the end of the zone.
Me: It’s because this is the last carriage, and the exit is back there.
Cop: [Looking over at me] Ah… well you’d know, wouldn’t you.
Me: Uhhh… sometimes.
Cop: How is the public transport tonight?
Me: Crowded! The last train was cancelled.
Elderly lady in Big W: Do you work here?