You look a right plank
I was walking down the stairwell to the canteen when two young chaps started following behind me. I did a double take and realised they were wearing exactly the same clothes – white trainers, skinny blue jeans and plaid shirts. Awkward, I thought.
As we walked down the stairs they started talking to each other, and I realised they were mates. I couldn’t resist.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but noticing you’re wearing exactly the same clothes…”
Bloke A (rather defensively): “No we’re not”
“Yes you are… look, same trainers, jeans and shirts…”
Stonewall silence. I was sensing hostility (unsurprisingly), so I told a brief and possibly made-up anecdote about when me and a friend turned up to the pub in the same t-shirt.
Bloke B: “Yeah, I hate it when that happens. You look like a right plank”.
Today’s soup is carrot and cumin.