Today on my way in to work, I crossed a road and ended up walking next to a lady on her way to work. She did not work at the school, so I did not know her, but at one point in our walk together, she decided to tell me, in Nepali, that I had a lot of hair and fuzz on my fleece jumper. I smiled and said thank you. She smiled and kept walking.
I was so surprised that a stranger would talk to me on the road, that the news of my hairy shirt was secondary. Strange how some interactions go.
When I got to work today I mentioned the story about my hairy shirt to a group of staff and as I continued with my story telling about three folks started to pick the fuzz and hair off my fleece! Grrr! :)
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