Scene: Leaving work downtown San Francisco, walking across the street in the cross walk, minding my own damn biznass.
Man (who is about two steps ahead of me): Do you work at Gap?
Me (startled): Umm… no.
Me (thinking to myself): I’m not even wearing khakis… and we aren’t in the shopping district …..and there is no gap within a mile of where I am walking. (These thoughts flash through my mind as I try and keep my face as calm and unperturbed as possible.)
Man: Oh, you don’t? Well what do you do?
Me (continually startled by this line of questioning and beginning to feel as though I may soon be robbed…. of my not from the Gap items): uhhh… I … uhh… (currently fiddling with my phone trying to decide what to say) I work for a non profit. (Phone rings! I AM SAVED)
I then hang back and let strange Gap man wander away. Later, in the car with Kamel, as I am retelling this story, and we are driving about a block from my office, and after I have repeatedly been all “wtf? there is no Gap here! What a weird thing to pull out of your ass!” we drive by a window with a huge Gap logo in the display. I press my hand against the car window and whisper, “Gap…. corporate….”
I still vote: creepy.