Post by gato on Mar 2, 2021 8:30:00 GMT -5
I think I mentioned in the past here about owning a 56 year old VW bus. (The avatar in my postings). I drive it all around town as my "grocery getter" and return the smiles and "thumbs up" gestures I get out on the road.
I don't mind delaying my departure from the market, if someone walks up and wants to tell me about the bus they back in the day, and answer questions about mine. But this kind of recognition has a bit of a creep factor to it.
People I've never met, will speak up as we're waiting at the express lane: "that's your brown bus out there in the parking lot, right? Thought so. You live over on Palm Avenue, I've seen it in your garage." Is this one of those people who always slow down on my street and peer at my bus when it's in the driveway?
Last night came an escalation even to that. I paused during dinner to answer the door. There stood a stranger on my doorstep, with a print out of some Hawaiian type shirts with various VW motifs. He handed it over with, "figured you might like to go on their site." I politely thanked him and then thought again, as I have before: is this what it's like for celebs, who can't walk down the street without being approached? Is this why they wear disguises?
Does this mean I have to check myself in the mirror before I roll the trash cans out to the curb?
("Hey, you're that bus guy with the fly-away hair, who picks up the newspaper in his bathrobe.")
Note: I've never been spotted by someone who says, "hey, you're the bass player from that band I saw at Dingo's on Saturday night!"
One thing is for sure: if I decide to start robbing banks, this is definitely not the vehicle I'll drive off in.
I don't mind delaying my departure from the market, if someone walks up and wants to tell me about the bus they back in the day, and answer questions about mine. But this kind of recognition has a bit of a creep factor to it.
People I've never met, will speak up as we're waiting at the express lane: "that's your brown bus out there in the parking lot, right? Thought so. You live over on Palm Avenue, I've seen it in your garage." Is this one of those people who always slow down on my street and peer at my bus when it's in the driveway?
Last night came an escalation even to that. I paused during dinner to answer the door. There stood a stranger on my doorstep, with a print out of some Hawaiian type shirts with various VW motifs. He handed it over with, "figured you might like to go on their site." I politely thanked him and then thought again, as I have before: is this what it's like for celebs, who can't walk down the street without being approached? Is this why they wear disguises?
Does this mean I have to check myself in the mirror before I roll the trash cans out to the curb?
("Hey, you're that bus guy with the fly-away hair, who picks up the newspaper in his bathrobe.")
Note: I've never been spotted by someone who says, "hey, you're the bass player from that band I saw at Dingo's on Saturday night!"
One thing is for sure: if I decide to start robbing banks, this is definitely not the vehicle I'll drive off in.
