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Did she ask about it? I don’t remember. She was standing at my desk in the front of the room, and somehow we started talking about my Google avatar. 

my avatar

“It’s kinda me,” I said. “Do you know what he’s doing?”

She stared at it for a moment. “No.” 

Saturday Night Fever?” I asked. “That help?”

“Um… no,” she said.

“John Travolta?”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Isn’t he from Grease?

So sad. Although truth be told it was only after I drew it that the Saturday Night Fever/Travolta interpretation suggested itself. 

“You’ll have to google it sometime,” I said.

She walked back to her desk.