2002 Chevrolet Corvette Z06: What Do You Think of Me?
September 27, 2010
Photo Credit: iStockPhoto
"Hey big time!" If I wasn't sure the call coming from behind was for me, it was repeated louder, "Big Time!"
I turned around to see a homeless guy with a roll of paper towels in one hand and a bottle of Windex in the other. I was standing at the gas pump filling up the Z06, trapped to it as if it were a ball and chain.
I'm betting you can guess the line of wash the windows for some spare change he delivered. "Sorry, I don't have any money on me." It wasn't a line this time, it was the truth. I happened to have, quite literally, no money on me.
A wrinkle of frustration and anger came over his brow as he looked at the Corvette, then sharply back at me. "This car is big time, and you don't have one penny? One penny?" he exclaimed while shaking his finger in my direction.
I felt shamed by this guy. Ok, it isn't my car. It's not my gas card. I really don't have any money on me. I'm really just a regular Joe-Schmo. This 'Vette may make you think I am of means, but in reality I'm not. None of those reasons would make me any sense to this dude at this point. He was probably just frustrated that another person turned him down with the added salt of perceived great inequity rubbed into his wounds.
I sat there for second, not sure what to say. All I could summon at the moment was a lackluster "Sorry, friend." As he turned away, he mentioned something about my mother under his breath.
After a number of years in this job, I'm still amazed to hear what people think about you because of your car. This time, it just happened to be an unfavorable one.
Scott Jacobs, Senior Photographer