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* I don't remember if anyone asked me for directions in Scotland.
For those who are new here, my superpower forces total strangers to zero in on me in a street full of people and ask me for directions, usually in cities where I'm a tourist. In London, a vanload of Lebanese men flagged me down on the sidewalk to ask me the way to Victoria Station, and an hour later a group of giggling Japanese girls asked me how to get to Trafalgar Square. And a few days later in Paris, two French people flagged me down to ask me directions.
Luckily, I usually have a map on me, so even when I'm unfamiliar with the area I often can provide directions. But we'll see if it works in a place where I'm very obviously not local.

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Sounds like my entire family's power to draw people who are having a bad day to us and tell us their woes... not in any kind of bitchy manner, mind, but as people looking to commiserate or unload their burden. We figure we have some kind of "nice people" sign over us in the cosmos somewhere.
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Maybe I just look like I always know exactly where I am.
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And someone once asked me if I were Belgian. The only Belgians I know are Hercule Poirot and Jean-Claude van Damme, so presumably I'm a dead ringer for one or the other.
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Though I think it could make for a wonderful story... A society that has forced all it's librarians and academically minded people to hide their intelligence in an underground kingdom full of fantabulous knowledge for knowledges sake and wonderous inventions whilst the world above degenerates in to savage war-ridden animals. :D It's probably been done before though.
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