“Mistaken Identity” in the UK

So today we leave for France. At Victoria Station stopped to get breakfast at McDonald’s. A lady said hello and I ignored her because I don’t know her. After getting my food and such she decided to “confront” me. Saying I look like someone she knows named China something. You guys know my name isn’t China.

Anyways, apparently, the lady said I look like the chick who guess what. Prepare yourselves.

Murdered her child.

Yep.

I was like “um….yeah sorry for your loss but I have no clue what you are talking about.”

She asked if I lived in England and it’s like no this is my holiday. Never been to the country until this week and she was ruining my little time left. And I don’t live in the states it’s been years and I’m a teacher in another country. Plus my name is not freaking China!!!!

She kept going on and on. Kept saying mess that didn’t add up. Then was like “I work at the airport. Let me see your documents. I will call them at the airport to check you out.”

Like um…seriously? You expect me to believe the load of crockery? First off I show no one my identification info unless I have to. You know at the actual airport, immigration, and whatever else that’s governmental. Not to some crazy lady in the middle of a McDonald’s at a train station.

Also, she was shocked to realize that I know my rights and laws in foreign countries. I don’t have to show her anything. I didn’t even have to listen to her for a second. She went from being somewhat ok to a straight-up bitch (sorry). Cursing me out. I was hoping she would swing so I could knock her out. Like it was pure madness. I’m still irritated by it. Bleh, she ruined my breakfast. :/

Oh well, I will leave thy country. I may or may not be back. If so I’m bringing a guy to deal with little miss crazies.

Until next time~!