Do you know me? No, I don't believe we've ever met.
                    Oh, I get that a lot because of my work.
                    No, not movies. I'm in comics. Comic strips. I do bit parts. You probably have seen me around.
                    That's me, the little guy with glasses and a funny mustache. Right.
                    Yes, John Q. Public. That's one I used to do a lot.
                    What can I say? It's a living, though not much of one now. You're old enough to remember me, but kid nowadays… You probably don't recall my father. He did a lot of Milquetoast-type characters in the 30s.
                    Anyway, I used to get a lot of work in the old days, doing political cartoons, that sort of thing. John Q. Public. Oh, I don't really have any politics myself. Just a job, you know. But it was steady work during that time. I had lots of walk-on parts in comic strips and even comic books. Remember those? Oh, and the slicks! They used me in all the big periodicals, like The New Yorker and Saturday Evening Post.
                    Oh, that was a fine magazine, too. I worked with them for quite a while. Ah, those were the days.
                    Um, yes. I did appear in Playboy quite frequently.
                    Other work? Well, back in the 60s and early seventies, I did do some work for what they called counter-culture publications. Really, even if I didn't agree with their views, I found many of the young people working on those to actually be very nice.
                    Oh, my goodness, you saw that? I really needed money at the time, and my agent misrepresented the job to me. Cough cough. Gracious.
                    What am I doing now? Not a whole lot, I'm afraid. I'm not really as much of a recognizable type to many young people nowadays. There's a new John Q. Public, you may have noticed, and I'm afraid he's more to the taste of the younger generations. I think he's what they call a yuppie; no one identifies with me anymore. I still get a little work from Playboy—many of the people there still think it's the 50s, you know. I hardly get calls otherwise...
                    Yes. Well, I'm on my way to a job right now.
                    Oh, well I'm terribly happy to get the work. It's for a young man, a conceptual artist is what he's called, but please don't ask me what that means. He likes to use me in his works—I'll be part of what they call an installation at the gallery downtown.
                    Yes, that's the place.
                    Oh, I don't know much about this modern art myself. But he's a nice young man, though he often speaks in the most peculiar way, referring to me as “a classic 20th century archetype”, “a subconscious manifestation of mid-century identity crisis” or some such thing.
                    No. No, it doesn't make any sense to me either. But he is friendly, if odd, and I appreciate the work.
                    Well, here's my stop. I enjoyed chatting with you.
                    Yes, you too. Thanks.