An encounter this morning with a cashier at the grocery store left me wondering what planet I’m living on. This is how it went:
Her: Hello, how are you?
Me: Fine thanks.
Her: (looking at my t-shirt) What’s that, ‘Ty Chy’?
Me: (realising I’m wearing my Tai Chi practice shirt) Oh! It’s Tai Chi.
Her: What’s that, some kind of food?
Me: (not wanting to confuse her with science) No, it’s an exercise.
Her: (blank stare)
Me: Sort of like yoga.
Her: OH! Yoda! That’s that meditation stuff, right?
Me: (not wanting to get into it) Yeah.
Her: That’s when they tell you if you concentrate enough you can move this way and put that there and Avada Kedavra, you’re flat on your face.
I wonder if I could have got away with paying for my groceries with Gringotts gold…