“What do you do?” That’s a broad question, huh?
Well, we all do something, don’t we? It’s a question that comes up most every time strangers meet.
“I’m a race car driver,” and I proceed to ask “what do you do?” The response always falls into the “delayed, deer in the headlights and confusion” sector. Most of the time it’s pretty amusing because each and every reaction is a little different and the goal is to sound like you haven’t rehearsed your responses as the next set of one hundred questions begin to fire away.