miss phair may i see some ID? − 1 August, 1994
although i already a day job, i had a part-time job at an outdoor store called *active endeavors* in chicago. i didn't make much money since my paychecks somehow vaporized when a new shipment of patagonia fleece or the latest cool pair of simple shoes arrived at the store.
i loved the energy of the store. the people who worked there were all quirky and cool. from various different backgrounds, some were law students, others were rock climbers passing through the midwest from colorado and then there were peeps like me, who worked full-time but *loved* working there for fun.
my manager paul was passionate about music. we'd blare pearl jam, white zombies, nirvana, james brown, flaming lips, jane's addiction, red hot chilli peppers, soundgarden, lush, liz phair, billy holiday, etc...it all depended on who got to the cd player first. sometimes our customers would complain about the music. i remember one women cringed and said, *i like the store but the music is absolutely horrible!* i looked at her, smiled and walked away.
at the store we had a policy that we had to check a person's ID whenever they wrote a personal check over $50. one day a young woman came to the counter, with a bunch of fleece and clothes. she wrote a personal check. i looked at her and said, *excuse me miss phair may i see some ID*? my manager paul, who was standing behind me, kept clearing his throat. she proceeded to open up her wallet and handed me her drivers license. *no. really caroline, its ok we don't need her ID,* paul finally vocalized. *paul, i already got all her info,* i said.
after she had left the store paul looked at me and started laughing. *what's so funny?* i asked confused. *read the name on her check,* he said.
*ok. it says elizabeth phair, so...*
*caroline! elizabeth phair! as in liz phair the singer.*
*oh, wow. i had no clue.*
we both bursted-out laughing. the irony of the story is that we were playing *whipsmart* by liz phair while she was shopping in the store. ;-)
i loved the energy of the store. the people who worked there were all quirky and cool. from various different backgrounds, some were law students, others were rock climbers passing through the midwest from colorado and then there were peeps like me, who worked full-time but *loved* working there for fun.
my manager paul was passionate about music. we'd blare pearl jam, white zombies, nirvana, james brown, flaming lips, jane's addiction, red hot chilli peppers, soundgarden, lush, liz phair, billy holiday, etc...it all depended on who got to the cd player first. sometimes our customers would complain about the music. i remember one women cringed and said, *i like the store but the music is absolutely horrible!* i looked at her, smiled and walked away.
at the store we had a policy that we had to check a person's ID whenever they wrote a personal check over $50. one day a young woman came to the counter, with a bunch of fleece and clothes. she wrote a personal check. i looked at her and said, *excuse me miss phair may i see some ID*? my manager paul, who was standing behind me, kept clearing his throat. she proceeded to open up her wallet and handed me her drivers license. *no. really caroline, its ok we don't need her ID,* paul finally vocalized. *paul, i already got all her info,* i said.
after she had left the store paul looked at me and started laughing. *what's so funny?* i asked confused. *read the name on her check,* he said.
*ok. it says elizabeth phair, so...*
*caroline! elizabeth phair! as in liz phair the singer.*
*oh, wow. i had no clue.*
we both bursted-out laughing. the irony of the story is that we were playing *whipsmart* by liz phair while she was shopping in the store. ;-)
Comments:
kga245 (February 1, 2007. 12:30am)
my sister-in-law went to school with her on the north side of chicago. i don't think they got along very well. but I love her music anyway!
pepero (February 7, 2007. 06:19am)
i have a friend who went to high school with her. she told me that liz phair was adopted and she hung out with artsy peeps.
kga245 (February 7, 2007. 06:45am)
isn't this how rumors start? :-)
Oblivious (March 2, 2007. 08:03am)
Why do these kinds of things never happen to me? ;-)
kga245 (March 5, 2007. 02:29am)
Move to LA. They'll happen to you every week. :-)
Oblivious (March 5, 2007. 03:14am)
Thay may not be a bad plan.
kga245 (March 5, 2007. 03:29am)
Promise me one thing, then. Don't move to LA so you can be in TV or Movies. LA has a way of destroying people's acting & writing dreams. Be an accountant or a pilates instructor instead.
Oblivious (March 5, 2007. 03:37am)
Oh, I wouldn't dream of anything like that. I've got my own plans, thankyouverymuch ;)
kga245 (March 5, 2007. 03:52am)
And not a rocker either.
pepero (March 5, 2007. 05:01am)
no, if your gonna move to california. move to san francisco. the people are way cooler and much more creative that is if you don't my little <a href="http://twitter.com/sfquake">earthquakes.</a> ;-)
Oblivious (March 5, 2007. 05:25am)
No, no rocking for me. And I don't mind a little shaking every now and then.
kga245 (March 6, 2007. 06:20am)
OK, You're good to go then. Just making sure you had your credentials. :-)