Bustin' stereotypes
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:00 pmHappy moment today.
I stopped at the grocery store today for a few things in the middle of the day; I have a light teaching schedule on Friday. The cashier was a young man I'm always happy to get, who has a weird kind of off-key enthusiasm that I find endearing.
Today he mentioned something about playing D&D after work tomorrow. The smallish city I live in is rather mundane, so I was surprised to hear that. "D&D?" I said, to confirm what I'd heard.
Here I am, a nice, plump, fortysomething teacher dressed in business- casual. "I bet you don't even know what that is," he said - not in a hostile way, just matter-of-fact, as if I'd repeated it to ask for a definition.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "I started with Deathmaze and worked up to Citadel of Blood. I was *before* D&D was so big."
Moment of silence. "Okay," he said, "you are now officially one of my coolest customers."
I stopped at the grocery store today for a few things in the middle of the day; I have a light teaching schedule on Friday. The cashier was a young man I'm always happy to get, who has a weird kind of off-key enthusiasm that I find endearing.
Today he mentioned something about playing D&D after work tomorrow. The smallish city I live in is rather mundane, so I was surprised to hear that. "D&D?" I said, to confirm what I'd heard.
Here I am, a nice, plump, fortysomething teacher dressed in business- casual. "I bet you don't even know what that is," he said - not in a hostile way, just matter-of-fact, as if I'd repeated it to ask for a definition.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "I started with Deathmaze and worked up to Citadel of Blood. I was *before* D&D was so big."
Moment of silence. "Okay," he said, "you are now officially one of my coolest customers."