Last night I went Jackrabbit nightclub in Scottsdale to meet up with Brian Hill of Femme Athletic.  While there and gettin’ my dance on in a very understated way, a guy…hmmm forgot his name…started to talk to me.  We talked about where each of us was from and what had brought us to Phoenix.  He was from San Francisco.  I came here for school and graduated two years ago with two master’s degrees.  You know, the normal introductory chit chat.

This guy tells me he is/was in town from San Francisco and had come out to interview with Google.  Apparently he thought that this deserved some display of riveted interest, or maybe some sign that I was impressed that…oh, I don’t know…Google would choose to interview him.  OK, so yeah, it’s Google and that’s cool.  But it’s also just Google.  As innovative and savvy as the company has been becoming so much a part of our daily lives that it has also effectively turned it’s brand name into a verb, it’s not the latest, greatest, most interesting new thing out there on the www.

At any rate, my lack of utter fascination must have disappointed this guy, but not to be thwarted he guessed that maybe it wasn’t that I wasn’t impressed, but that I was…perhaps…ignorant?

“Do you know who Google is?”

Oh yes, he actually asked me that.  I was stunned.

“Do you think that I wouldn’t know who Google is?”

“I don’t know, you might not.”

At this point I’m flabbergasted.  Perhaps slightly insulted, but mostly flabbergasted.  Bare in mind I had just got through telling him that I had two master’s degrees.

“We are done with this conversation.”

He didn’t like hearing that.  Or maybe he didn’t believe me.  He persisted to try to talk to me, and even to defend his thought that it was possible I hadn’t heard of Google.  I persisted to tell him our conversation was over.

“How do you know I’m not the coolest guy in here?”

Wow!  Do you really need me to answer that question?

“Have a great night, but please don’t talk to me.  This conversation is over.”