As I walked across Leeds this morning -- my hair in a particularly curly and voluminous state -- I passed an apartment building. Several stories above me, I heard cheers from a balcony. I looked up.
"Fraggle!" cried the man on the balcony, who was probably in his mid twenties. I grinned at him.
"Fraggle Rock!" he called again. I waved as I continued to walk on.
Such marks the second time this month that I have been likened to a Fraggle (see first time here). Over the years, I have grown used to being likened to Jerry Garcia, Chong, "that guy from Spinal Tap", and a few others. But being called a Muppet is a new development. I can think of worse things to remind people of.
"Fraggle!" cried the man on the balcony, who was probably in his mid twenties. I grinned at him.
"Fraggle Rock!" he called again. I waved as I continued to walk on.
Such marks the second time this month that I have been likened to a Fraggle (see first time here). Over the years, I have grown used to being likened to Jerry Garcia, Chong, "that guy from Spinal Tap", and a few others. But being called a Muppet is a new development. I can think of worse things to remind people of.