When I go back to Austin I usually drive my mom’s European sports sedan. I love the car and it suits me very well. It is exactly the car I would own did I not live in a city where rent eats up most my paycheck and a car is not a necessity. However, on some visits I have the privilege of driving my parents’ run-around pick-up truck.
It is a nice truck that has large racks attached to the pickup bed. The racks make it even more practical but clearly define it as a tool of the trade and not simply a mode of transportation.
I have been driving the truck for several days now and am really enjoying that observers (yes, I agree with you - there are surely many) are puzzled. Why is this preppy and clearly white collar guy pulling up to super hip coffee shops in a work truck? I have come up with three plausible scenarios:
1. I am a painter – this seems very tedious and does not excite me but I like that people have noticed my attention to detail.
2. I am a landscaper – I fear my current muscle mass makes this a bit of a stretch but the beard I was sporting until yesterday was sending strong signals about my love for working outdoors.
3. I am a furniture maker – this is the most obvious choice. How could I not be a crafter of high end sustainable furniture?
2 comments:
Whatever. You are sooooo pick up truck. Did you ever remove those naked women bumper stickers?
I think all you need is a pair of those fake nuts for the bumper. Classy.
In all honesty, I can see you in scenario 3. DO IT!
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