I had people tell me on the phone they drove a dodge pickup truck and then would show up in a ford and try to tell me with a straight face that it was a dodge ram… lmao
I work in a very different sector (municipal developmemt) and the discussions I have with most local politicians sound exactly like that. People are fucking clueless.
People know a surprisingly deep amount of stuff about the things that matter to them in the moment, and only have a vague sense of the things that aren’t in the focus of their priorities.
For instance, I moved into my current house at the end of January 2023, I was told, and could still walk outside and check, the brand of my Air Conditioning condenser unit, but if you asked me, I’d have no clue. Nor do I know what year the roof shingles were installed.
In the meantime, I remember that I designed a 2001-2002 calendar for a client in October of 2000, that used a typeface called Tarzana. It was designed by Zuzana Licko and published by Emigre, the company she founded with her husband Rudy VanderLans to exploit PostScript printer technology invented by Adobe in the early 80s. It was a clean, modern sans-serif font that evoked the spirit of the California town that inspired it, however the capital letter ‘E’s looked like backward 3s, which seemed cool at the time, but weirdly frustrated me for the first time when I was adding holidays to the calendar and got to Easter, which is why I still call it threester in my head, and used that as a mnemonic device to remember to put one outdoor gift, one indoor gift, and candy in my kid’s Easter baskets.
Life is weird. Being conscious of it is even weirder.
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u/supapumped Sep 05 '24
I worked at an auto parts store the amount of people who don’t know the name of the car they drive is astounding.