Okay this makes less sense in the context of the comic but this really happened. I was wearing a blue button down shirt and khakis because I had gone to a job interview. This old hispanic woman waiting at the bus stop sort of smiled and asked me if I was a doctor. I said I wasn’t but that I suppose it wasn’t a bad thing to be mistaken for based on outside appearances. That’s it really. Lots more people in San Diego talk to random people than in NYC.