WHAT AM I LIKE?

I was walking through a strange town yesterday, trying to find my way to Waitrose, where, after going our separate ways to do our own shopping, I was going to meet up with She Who Likes a Cup of Tea During the Afternoon.

I have always prided myself on looking normal.  But what is normal?  Maybe my normal is not the same as other people's.  And what do I mean anyway by normal?  Looking my age?  Looking British?  Looking upper class?  All of the above?

So, finding myself in a road with no Waitrose, I asked a passer-by where it was.  He looked at me as though I was mad and said, 'Well, it's just over the road from Lidl'.  So I look like the sort of person who is familiar with Lidl, but not how to get to Waitrose.  Hmmm.