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Curse Of The Irish Accent

| Friendly | September 2, 2016

(I have a terrible “social memory.” I’m rubbish at accents, names, faces, and remembering details about people’s lives. I meet a guy at a conference who works in my industry. I’ve known him for over a year; we get on really well and usually have a drink or ten at overnight conferences. We are chatting at lunch.)

Me: “What part of England are you from again?”

Guy: *looking shocked* “I’m from [same IRISH town as I’m from]! Come on, I’ve told you that before.”

Me: “Was I drunk at the time, though?”

Guy: “But… could you not tell from the accent?”

Me: “I never noticed you had an accent. Oh, that’s probably because it’s the same as mine.”

Not Presenting The Best Version Of Themselves

| Learning | August 17, 2016

(My colleague and I are filling out registration forms to give presentations at a conference.)

Colleague: “What did you put for “Title”?”

Me: “I put ‘PhD student.’”

Colleague: “I put ‘Miss.’”

Me: “Well, I guess we’ll find out which one was correct.”

(Some time later our supervisor comes out of his office struggling not to laugh.)

Supervisor: “I think where they asked for ‘Title’ they meant the titles of your presentations…”

Memento Mommy

| Related | March 25, 2016

(I’m 18, attending a Marxism conference with my mum as an attendee for the first time. While my parents took me most years when I was younger, I stayed in the crèche while they attended talks, and haven’t been in about 10 years. We’re in the grounds of the university it’s held in, looking for our next talk, when we spot an old friend of my parents…)

Mum: “Oh! Look, [My Name], it’s [Friend]!”

Friend: “Hi, [Mum]! I haven’t seen you in years; is this your son? He’s a lot bigger than I remember!”

Mum: “Oh, yes, this is [My Name]. [My Name], you remember friend, right?”

Me: *very dryly* “Not even a little I’m afraid. How old was I when we last met?”

Mum: “Oh, you must have been three or four years old. She used to babysit you, remember?”

Me: “Mum, I don’t remember anything from before I was about six…”

(We must have met 10 or 15 old friends she hadn’t seen in years, yet this conversation was repeated nearly every time…)