Finding common ground between car lovers and harp lovers.
—by Chris Perkins
Her: “You mentioned before you like cars—what’s your favorite?”
Me: “Well I’ve got quite a lot of favorites but probably the Porsche 911.”
Her: “Does that fit a harp?”
Me: “No. Why would it need to?”
I’m met with a bewildered and angry stare that silently says, “Are you kidding me?” This is the first time I receive this look, but certainly not the last. Scrambling, I sputter the same question in return.
Me: “Well, what’s your favorite?”
Her: “Toyota Highlander.”
Me: “Really? That’s the one of the world’s least interesting cars.”
I’m met with the same stare as before.
Her: “Well, it’s comfortable and fits my harp well. Perfect for driving to a gig.”
I hadn’t thought of that. She probably should have just cut her losses right then and there and walked away, but she saw potential in us. Either that or she’s in perpetual denial.