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.
“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.