I mean, flies do seem like they're washing their hands.

Spoons, which predate forks, fire, and wheels by about two million years.

Why wouldn't it?

The first manned hot air balloon was mistaken for an eldritch monster by rural French citizens who didn't understand it and was "beaten to death" by a French mob after it descended to the ground.

Allergies by day, mosquitoes by night, heat during work, rain during leisure, it can get pretty bad. Autumn is awesome, it's nicer out with no forces of nature used against anyone and the festivities and aesthetics are amazing, but Spring and Summer make the wait challenging.

How could I compare if I've never been a man to find out.

It's not just you, I get downvoted even in English.

Not really my own NDA, but kind of remarkable on its own. I discovered a number of people I know have been living according to witness protection. Apparently witness protection has recurring favored locations and the area is like Bellwood for Witsec. Funniest part is they all know each other and themselves have no idea half the time. It feels like that one joke with that one zoo that gets people in animal costumes to live as animals only to find out the whole zoo are animals.

The first and foremost thing that comes to mind is the wayback machine. It lets you archive and immortalize any moment in a website's history.

Though I may be cheating a little here because it's actually a toolbar, another obscure, highly useful "website" is the Hypothesis toolbar. It adds a comment section to any webpage merely by existing.

That the first civilian hot air balloon was perceived as a flying monster by rural French onlookers who tried to bring it down before beating it with sticks.

Makes the whole Hartlepool monkey story seem sane.

Pronouncing local place names. Lots of scattered areas here with place names that are spelled like other places names (for example we got a town called Egypt, a town called Binghamton, etc.) except that they're all pronounced differently. For example, we have a town called Leicester, named after the actual Leicester, and locals tend to raise an eyebrow when someone asks "how do you get to lester" (that would be the normal way to pronounce it)?

"Who's Lester? Is he the new guy in town?"

"What? No, the town."

"That's Leesester, not Lester."

"I'm sorry, wut?"

I of course just add to the confusion if I'm the one to break the news, as I have a Kiwi accent, which is atypical around here. So it becomes a "what do you know" kind of interaction.

The time a stranger adopted me and became my mom.