Are You A Connecticut Driver?
2002-11-14
now, i've been asked some strange things in my life, but this one takes the cake. waiting for the 6 at astor place, a rather well-dressed older lady inquired if i was indeed a connecticut driver. i had flashes of commuter taxes and bridge tolls and unscientific surveys. anything to explain why this woman was asking me this question. my surprised "no" was countered with "well, you see we found a connecticut driver's license and you looked like..." she trailed off. like WHAT? like a CONNECTICUT DRIVER? OH GOD, do i really look that WASPy? this is what is bouncing around in my head before it dawns on me that i must have looked somewhat like the person in the picture on the driver's license. this only helped marginally, as i considered that probably a significant portion of connecticut driver's licenses feature pictures of attractive, up-standing, clean-cut, blond, blue-eyed males. was i the northeastern upper-middle archetype? even through the guise of east village boho with pronounced bedhead and four-day old stubble, this woman could see straight to the teenaged gap ad living inside, like anya glimpsing spike's newly-returned soul. but then maybe that's what teenaged gap ads grow up to be these days. you think?
-finn
Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14
