First reactions, second impressions, third time's a charm

[muckefuck]

Today on the train, I saw a dude with thick black hair in a pseudo-pompadour reading a book and wearing a black leather jacket. There were various little buttons pinned to the chest of it; the first one I noticed was a little sketch of a head wearing a hat with a red slash-circle over it.

First reaction: "That's so cute! It's like he's joined some 80's Appreciation Society!"
Second reaction: "What is he, like 24? Is that his uncle's jacket or something?"
Third reaction: Wanting to stand inches from his ear and whisper "S-S-S-s-s-s...A-A-a-a-a...F-F-f-f-f...E-E-e-e-e...T-t-t...Y-Y-y-y-y..."

(Later, I got a glimpse of the other pins: Buzzcocks and the Undertones!)

At lunchtime, I decided to usher in the new season with a $3 cone from Ben & Jerry's. The guy who worked there had a perfectly appropriate grey-haired hippy look. When he turned toward me, I noticed a HUGE RED SPOT on his forehead.

First reaction: "OMFG, what happened to your HEAD?"
Second reaction: "Y'know, that would probably scab over if you would stop picking at it."
Third reaction: "What herd do you belong to?"

It was only later that I wondered whether or not I had spotted my first Struldbrug.

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

Struldbrug

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

Nope:

He told me, that sometimes, though very rarely, a child happened to be born in a family with a red circular spot in the forehead, directly over the left eyebrow, which was an infallible mark that it should never die. The spot, as he described it, was about the compass of a silver threepence, but in the course of time grew larger, and changed its color; for at twelve years old it became green, so continued till twenty-five, then turned to a deep blue; at forty-five it grew coal black, and as large as an English shilling, but never admitted any further alteration.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Maybe he just doesn't look his age?