I still sometimes think about the guy in my lower secondary school English class in probably 2016 reading the infobox on the Wikipedia article for Tanzania, and saying out loud, "Official languages: none de jure??", pronouncing it in a heavy singsongy Norwegian accent like "NOO-nuh duh YEW-ruh??", apparently believing "None De Jure" to be the name of some sort of obscure African language rather than just meaning "no official language"
And then I remember that this was around the same time that the teacher asked what New York was named after, and I raised my hand and answered "the Dork of York". And then my soul goes nichijou_pencil_stab.mp4 for a bit
Someone in my high school once said: “you know what I hate? When you get some apples, and some milk.” He works at the grocery store so I still see him sometimes. All of my friends mention this occasionally. I’ve also told my kids about it. Once every few days one of us will ask the others: “you know what I hate…?”
We don’t know why he hates apples and milk and we’ve never told him that he’s a celebrity among us. I’ve thought of going up to him at the grocery store while holding some apples and milk, shaking my head, and saying: “I just hate this.” He also carded me once even though we were in the same class. Once when my family was driving away from the grocery store, we saw him walking nearby. My spouse rolled down the window and was about to start shouting about apples and milk but thankfully I got us away in time.