Doctor Who: or, The Day I didn't Pay the Reality Bill

So did you hear about the one where I sort of met a fictional character? No?

Are you sure you haven't heard the story where I saw the Doctor?

If you ask me, "Doctor Who?" I'm just going to smile and nod, m'kay?

In one of the many events that seemingly prove that the life of my family does not exactly take place in reality, we found ourselves staring at a figure who was not only supposed to be fictional, but supposed to be fictional and in England! Or outer space, or the past, take your pick.

There we were, minding our own business 

Driving along in the truck on the way home from what we like to call, "Ladies Day Out" (involving lunch and shopping.) suddenly my mom starts and says, "Look out the window!" So my sister and I look and at first all we see is a battered, dark green vehicle of indiscriminate make and model. Clearly, it had seen better days. Then I noticed the driver.

This is the part where my brothers would start singing the "Doctor Who" theme: DooWEEEEEdooooooo!

There was a young man in the driver's seat wearing a brown tweed coat and a cowboy hat pulled low over his floppy brown hair. We couldn't see his face, but we could see what he was holding in his hand: a sonic screwdriver. Not one of the plastic ones, either. This looked like one of the more expensive models. He had it fully extended and was staring at it in consternation, which was somewhat worrying as he was simultaneously driving. 

My first response: there aren't any fan conventions going on that I know of, and it's nowhere near Halloween!

My second response: Wait. What's the Doctor doing in America?!

See, folks? This is what happens when you forget to pay the reality bill: life gets all weird.