Wandering

To make up for not going to Essex, I decided to track down a shop o'geek (ie comic/sci-fi store). I hadn't bothered since I got here, no need to tempt myself with crack I can't afford, but is a gorgeous, cool spring day, so I figured "what the hell". Found what I wanted on-line, got myself directions and headed off. I found the store but.... it was closed. I was down near Tottenham Court Road, so I wandered bit, picked up a custard bun in Chinatown (okay, I wandered a lot), cut through Covent Garden (bad idea - crowded), and went to school to pick up some books. During this extended wander session (I doubled back on myself more than one) I got stopped by tourists, not once, but twice with the line "You live here? Where is_______?" Note the lack of pause between the two sentences.

Now when I on earth did I start looking like a Londoner, or for that matter a nice person to ask directions from?!? For the record I was looking pretty much like my icon (black skirt, grey shirt, men's black dress shirt over that, black flats) and I was wearing sunglasses. I had a sheaf of papers in my hand, and I guarantee I was not smiling at anyone, bing lost in my own little world. Heck I wasn't even wearing heels, which seem to be on the feet of most women around here. I'm confused now.