On my way to the hotel in Orlando, FL when I notice the cab driver has a cross stitch deal next to his seat. So I asked him how long he had been cross stitching? He says, since I was 8. We started talking about cross stitching and whatnot, because, frankly he did not look like he should be cross stitching (by the way - I have no REASON whatsoever to even begin talking about cross stitching, I'm clueless basically.)
So I asked the fellow, where did he get his patterns, and how long did they normally take, and what was the largest piece he had ever done. He said it was as big as the windshield of the van we were in. Then I asked what it depicted and this is where our connection severed. He said it was some spaceship from a movie. When I say it severed, I mean - he actually said the name of the make-believe space ship and the movie it was from but unfortunately my mind was screaming "same planet, different worlds."
I asked if I could take his picture with it and he said absolutely, and yes I told him it would most likely end up on the internet. I don't understand why people do some of the things they do, and I don't mean that as a knock against them. I used to like to hit firefly's with wiffle ball bats - can't even begin to explain that one. But, gross over generalizations, while funny, don't come close to explaining real people, and real don't even come close to real understanding of what makes us tick.
All in all, it really just goes to show you - you CANNOT judge a book by it's cover.