He wouldn’t be annoying? Or would be annoying in the wrong way. I’ve spent decades getting it just right.
With my family of origin we have a secret code.
One person simply needs to say “The antiseptic” and the other will finish it.
TokyoBayer, that is the first time I have ever seen that poem. Awesome!
I am a huge proponent of that kind of challenge for verifying someone’s identity. I will never get caught out by the scam whereby a stranger calls and says, “Grandpa? It’s ‘me’ … I’m in jail and need you to post bail for me.” I have a couple of tongue-twister songs and nonsensical songs and a few songs I have made up. I’d just ask them something like, “What did the hungry snake eat when he met Savannah?”
If I was out for a meal with friends and hadn’t brought along a peppermill, they’d know for sure it wasn’t me. Can the word pathognomic be used in this scenario?
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SWMBO would know; she just would. Otherwise, my encylopeadic knowledge of all that is truly useless and trivial would cause an imposter no end of fits trying to remember it all.
“Damage a two handed sword does in 2 ed D&D- 2d10” Check
“Car Mr.Bean hates.” Robin Reliant Check
“What is the resistor code mnemonic? The non-PC one.” "Bad Boys Rape Our Young Girls But Violet Gives Willingly, No Charge.
Etc, Etc.
If my bra and pants aren’t off in 2.5 minutes after I get home from work, it ain’t me.
If my texts suddenly lose proper spelling and punctuation, sound the alarm. That, and my SO and I have a predetermined, innocuous word to alert the other discretely there is an emergency.
If my texts don’t appear to have strange verb endings and random g it probably isn’t me.
If I salt food automatically it isn’t me.
If you see me, and I fart without running to the nearest fire hydrant and lifting one leg over it like a dog peeing…it’s the imposter.
If indoors, I pull the nearest fire extinguisher off the wall
Hit reply too soon. If I allowed more than 3 colours to sit next to each other out of spectrum order my son would know.
That’s exactly what an impostor would assume.
Yes, it’s impostors all the way down; or is that turtles?
My mother would recite that poem to us all the time. It was one of the happy memories.
They were pretending to be turtles, who knows what they really were.
I’d be liberal.
Go on…
If I don’t sit down at the table and begin to critique everything I just cooked.
People would know its not me when I (they) stop drinking beer after a normally excessive amount.
I don’t know what you look like, but I could be your double! 
(And when I’m successful, I stick them to things. Whatever is handy and needs a beer label on it!)