The Comparison
Yesterday morning, I was walking my usual 6 blocks to class, and wearing my long-sleeved, tunic-length, Aerie clearance-rack cardigan (which, let's be honest, is just about as close to wearing your pajamas in public as is humanly possible), my tan corduroy J.Crew shorts, and a white layering tank that was splattered with Gerber's Hawaiian Delight breakfast mix. Not to mention my armful of Spanish books and day planners. Not exactly your typical trick-turning attire.
Just then, I saw a nice-looking man pulling a dolly cart full of water and noodles across my path and into the Thai restaurant on the block's corner. He gave me a funny look, then turned and said, "You look really familiar."
Oh boy, I thought, here it comes. So, I simply kept shuffling along and politely replied, "Well, I take this route everyday," then pretended to be busy with my cell phone.
"No, I've seen you on TV before," he continued, now stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and studying me intensely.
"No, I don't think you have," I replied with assurance, knowing that my only television appearance to date was a five-second, local news shot of me wolfing down some caramel apples at the state fair in 3rd grade.
"No, I've seen you on TV before," he decided, and began racking his brain for the supposed program. "What show was it?" he continued to ask himself.
At this point, I, too, was curious to know just what show he'd seen me on, so rather than continuing on my merry way, I just stood there, tapping my foot and awaiting his revelation.
Finally, the light bulb appeared.
"I know what show it was!" he shouted happily with a big grin.
"What?" I asked, dubiously.
"ROCK OF LOVE!"
Just then, I saw a nice-looking man pulling a dolly cart full of water and noodles across my path and into the Thai restaurant on the block's corner. He gave me a funny look, then turned and said, "You look really familiar."
Oh boy, I thought, here it comes. So, I simply kept shuffling along and politely replied, "Well, I take this route everyday," then pretended to be busy with my cell phone.
"No, I've seen you on TV before," he continued, now stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and studying me intensely.
"No, I don't think you have," I replied with assurance, knowing that my only television appearance to date was a five-second, local news shot of me wolfing down some caramel apples at the state fair in 3rd grade.
"No, I've seen you on TV before," he decided, and began racking his brain for the supposed program. "What show was it?" he continued to ask himself.
At this point, I, too, was curious to know just what show he'd seen me on, so rather than continuing on my merry way, I just stood there, tapping my foot and awaiting his revelation.
Finally, the light bulb appeared.
"I know what show it was!" he shouted happily with a big grin.
"What?" I asked, dubiously.
"ROCK OF LOVE!"
posted by Jordan Christy @ 2:46 PM
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