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The Trickle - instant recognition

December 13, 2011 - Brian Ferry
I was driving down the street one day. A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch.

No, that's not it. The promise I was kingdomed.

No, that's not right either.

I was driving down Market Street near Third Avenue. I saw a man waiting to cross the street. He looked familiar. After I determined that there was a decent likelihood that this person was someone I know, I decided to wave. It was cold and rainy, so I didn't want to roll down my window. I was driving, so I didn't press my face up against the glass. I don't like using the horn unless I'm trying to contact another motorist. So, I waved. This person doesn't know me so well that he would immediately recognize my vehicle. Probably couldn't see me well - in the rain, window up. So, my wave was less than useful. I thought most of this while I was still waving. It was the polite thing to do, so I continued the wave until I had passed the pedestrian. Afterwards, I got to thinking that some people would recognize my hands, even at a distance. I don't have dramatically interesting hands. (This got me to thinking about a decades old commercial. An NFL lineman is sitting in a bar. He's not trying to be incognito, but everyone is calm. Then, he bends over to pick something up - revealing a more familiar side of himself - and is instantly recognized and there is much hoopla. When I play volleyball, I wrap my fingers (all of them, I think) with tape. So, had I been on the way to volleyball (and had taped beforehand), this guy might have recognized me.


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