You meet all kinds of people on the street scene. This one street person I used to know — a real nice guy but not the sharpest tack in the drawer — once told me he had spent all day trying to get a job.
“I went up and down the Avenue today and dropped off copies of my re-zoom to all the stores and businesses,” he said. “Went right up to the managers of all the businesses and said: ‘Here’s my re-zoom!'”
“What’s a re-zoom?” I said.
“You know, man. A re-zoom,” he said. “None of the businesses will hire you if you don’t got a good re-zoom.”
“I’ve never heard of a re-zoom,” I said.
“Here, man. I’ll show you my re-zoom.”
He held up some papers. He had hand-written a list of all the different places he had worked at over the years, and xeroxed off copies.
“Oh. You mean a resume,” I said.
“No, man. That’s how it’s pronounced in French. In English it’s pronounced re-zoom.”