The other night, Dan and I had plans to go down to his gallery for an event after I got off work. The artist who shares his space, Macsorro, asked us to pick him up on our way; he said he'd wait at an intersection near our house.
I thought I'd save a few minutes by picking up Macsorro* if he was waiting at the designated spot when I passed it on my way home to get Dan. I had only met him once and couldn't remember what he looked like, but Dan gave me a brief description on the phone.
Sure enough, when I got to the intersection, a guy matching the description was standing on the corner. I rolled down the window, made eye contact, and yelled, "Are you Macsorro?" The guy, later determined not to be my intended audience, looked at me like I was crazy, didn't respond, and briskly crossed the street.
Normally, something like that would have embarrassed me, but I was amused at how weird it must have seemed. It's not like I asked a name like "Mike" or "Joe." Macsorro easily could be a nonsense word used by a schizophrenic.
*In addition to paintings and sculpture, Macsorro does amazingly detailed pen drawings.
I thought I'd save a few minutes by picking up Macsorro* if he was waiting at the designated spot when I passed it on my way home to get Dan. I had only met him once and couldn't remember what he looked like, but Dan gave me a brief description on the phone.
Sure enough, when I got to the intersection, a guy matching the description was standing on the corner. I rolled down the window, made eye contact, and yelled, "Are you Macsorro?" The guy, later determined not to be my intended audience, looked at me like I was crazy, didn't respond, and briskly crossed the street.
Normally, something like that would have embarrassed me, but I was amused at how weird it must have seemed. It's not like I asked a name like "Mike" or "Joe." Macsorro easily could be a nonsense word used by a schizophrenic.
*In addition to paintings and sculpture, Macsorro does amazingly detailed pen drawings.
