On Saturdays, Cambridge's city center is always packed with people, most there to do shopping, but a few there trying to make a quid or two performing tricks or trying to spread a political or religious message.
Yesterday morning, I was walking around town with my backpack and my postcard-sized purse doing a few errands when I was approached by one of these evangelists. The lead-in to the conversation was just too funny not to share it:
man: Do you have a hamster in that bag? I think I just saw it move.
me: (still parsing sentence. Trying to figure out if what I heard was really what I thought I heard or if there was some alternate meaning for 'hamster' in British English.)
man: Don't worry, I'm not afraid of hamsters. I'm a monk.
me: No, I don't have a hamster in there!
man: Have you ever heard of... (starts spiel on some sort of Hinduism)
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