I have a friend that likes to ask this of me.
It’s an incredibly intrusive question – really.
I don’t go up to the teller at the bank and ask: “What kind of teller are you?”
Or the cashier at the grocery store: “What kind of cashier are you?”
Or the lady at the counter of 7-11: “What kind of convenient store clerk are you?”
Or the guy in the white SUV next to me at the stop light: “What kind of driver are you?”
…well, there was that one time.
Or the waitress at Chili’s: “What kind of waitress are you?”
Or my boss: “What kind of… – nevermind.”
Or my wife: “What kind of chef, educator, custodial engineer, hostess, laundry guru, chauffeur, repunzel-hair-wielding, accountant, coupon-clipper, domestic goddess are you?”
I mean seriously, these things are ob-vi-ous.
Just what kind of doctor am I?!? Duh…