A conversation at work today:
"Oh, you know that guy who looks like that tennis player?"
"The guy that looks like that tennis player? Which tennis player?"
"You know, the one who wins everything"
"Novak Djokovic? You mean Steve? Steve doesn't really look like Novak Djokovic does he?"
"I think he does"
"Well, look - he's shorter and hairier. If anything, he's a cross between Djokovic and Pete Sampras."
"Who's Pete Sampras?"
Needless to say, the person who brought tennis into the conversation also had no idea who Steffi Graf, Andre Agassi, Boris Becker or Martina Navratilova were either. Being born in the 1990s isn't an excuse for being so amazingly ignorant, is it? Becker is in Djokovic's coaching team, for goodness sake.
In an attempt to mount a defence, he said that there are undoubtedly loads of people he could name that I wouldn't know. I didn't disagree:
"But if they're like Miley Cyrus, you can keep them"
....at this point he brought a framed picture of Justin Bieber out of his desk drawer, and I decided that all was probably lost, made my excuses and left.
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