Moreso what I felt people thought of me rather than what I know people thought of me...was picking up the wife from her Philosophy class last night, best place is to just park up in McDonalds car park as its across the road from the centre. A few other cars pulled up, I am sitting there, not eating food, engine ticking over, lights off, scruffy looking, hoody, mid thirties and just waiting there. A couple parked next to me and out the corner of my eye could see them eyeing me trying to figure it all out and talking about me (you just know when this is happening!) - if I were in a VW Polo I would just be labelled a chav I guess, but in the Zed I am thinking they were putting me down as:
A drug dealer?
A gang member?
Some chav with the paperwork from a huge finance agreement stuffed in the glovebox?
Someone who has very recently stolen a 350z?
It must have come as a shock when my 5 month pregnant wife ambles across the road, I help her into the Zed taking her bags, give her a kiss and a hug and ask enthusiastically how her philosophy course was and we put 'Jai Ho' on the stereo and pull away