Actually, I have told this story, but I haven’t blogged about it before, so that hardly counts, does it?
The last time I wore the T-shirt in this photo (given to me by my friend Dan, who I have to thank for introducing me to Doctor Who back before most people in the U.S. had even heard of it!) I stopped in at a Dunkin’ Donuts in Harlem. I ordered a couple of donuts and a bottle of Vanilla Coke, my poison of choice at the time, and had this exchange with the clerk, a Desi man, as he rang up my purchase.
Clerk: You should know better than that.
Clerk: Eating this. It isn’t good for you.
Me: Okay… Why do you think I should know better?
Clerk: Aren’t you a doctor?
Me: No. I was going to be. Do I look like a doctor?
Clerk: I thought you were with the World Health Organization.
(I suddenly remember the shirt I’m wearing and consider trying to explain it.)
Me: It’s just a shirt!
And that’s why this T-shirt went into a drawer and I haven’t worn it until now. Today, many more people know Doctor Who, even if they don’t recognize the Tom Baker-era logo. Or Tom Baker, for that matter.
Happy anniversary, Doctor Who! To celebrate, I’m disappearing into my writing TARDIS to get some work done and avoid spoilers this afternoon. Thanks to Fandango, I have to wait for the special to drop on iTunes, and I’m planning to watch it tomorrow with friends and family.
vworp… vworp… vworp…