neonascent

I was standing outside a restaurant with my mum yesturday, debating whether to go in. A policeman (English; decked out in the usual english policeman getup) came up to me.
In a tone of sombre authority he said something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this sir,” <dramatic pause used to full effect> “but you have a tail.” He then called to his police chums down the road suggesting that they “Have a look at this!”

It was quite funny, though it’s certainly indicative of a different reaction from this hemisphere.

While going through security at Changi in Singapore, the security detector was evidently more sensitive than the one at Heathrow; it went off. I was taken quite benignly to one side, and a security woman used the magic wand on me. After buzzing around my stomach, she lifted up my T-shirt and said “You’ve got a belt buckle.” I replied that yes I did. She then noticed something else, and said with an amused smile, but in the same voice “You’ve got a tail.” Yes, I replied, just the usual. Maybe this anecdote could be told better, but the point is really that it is lovely when my tail gets to bring warmth into two people’s day: the security woman for seeing it, and myself for sharing