Many years ago I went to take my second driving test. It was the same examiner.
"Oh don't worry," she said, "I do ten of these things a day. I can't remember anyone. Well, only the really awful ones."
On my fifth test she greeted me with a weary sigh. "Hello James".
I still can't drive.
A few years ago I took my bike in for repair as it just wasn't pedalling. The guys at the bike shop clustered round the gears, staring in horror. One of them eventually, staring at the floor, managed to address me.
"So... what did you oil that with?"
"What kind of oil?" (sniggering from the back of the shop)
"oh my god."
Someone called Barry collected some money from someone called Ted. There'd been a bet on.
You remember I washed my netbook to death a couple of weeks ago? I took it back to the repair shop to get the melted keyboard replaced. As I walked in, the guy who runs it greeted me like an old friend. I noticed his Polish helper glance up from some soldering. The two shared a glance.
"Just a new keyboard, yeah?" he asked.
"So... Not... done anything else?"
"No. I haven't touched it."
He looked vaguely disappointed. He took the netbook from me. His gently sniggering air transformed to that of a protective father. I suddenly realised what it's like to be at the vet's when you're That Crazy Old Lady Who Has Been Feeding The Cat On Kit-Kat Chunkies.