Leftwing Idiot and I were in a shop run by a mental health charity this afternoon. While Leftwing Idiot was paying I waited outside. When he came out he was smiling, obviously amused by something. He explained that the man serving him had asked, in a friendly way, if I had Tourettes. He’d gone on to tell Leftwing Idiot that they’d had people with Tourettes working in the shop in the past, but that they’d put customers off. As a solution to this they were confined to the stockroom downstairs.

Leftwing Idiot found it even funnier later on when I randomly shouted, “Put her in the basement!”