Evelina Williams, 36
Broadway at 39th St
Wed Jun 6 2007
Photograph by Jay Muhlin
"I always color-coordinate like this. It's the perfectionist side of me. I want to look my best at all times."
What are you up to? I'm on my way to work.
What do you do? I'm a customer service agent for a car-service company called Limo Res.
That's such a nice outfit for someone communicating over the phone all day! [Laughs] Yeah, well, it's a beautiful day, and I wanted to feel beautiful.
Do you at least get to wear one of those cool Madonna headsets? [Laughs] Yes, I do.
Do you ever get crazy requests, like, say, someone wanting to be chauffeured out to L.A. in a Mercedes? Actually, no; I haven't gotten any of those yet.
How about those creepy types looking for, uh, other services? When I lived down South I worked for Sprint, and we did have people like that. They'd ask you where you're from, make comments about your voice and then try to get your number. But I was surprised: New Yorkers are strictly business. [A man nearby asks how much her shoes cost.] Five bucks!
Your shoes were five bucks? Nah, not really five. They were inexpensive, though.
Do people talk to you on the street a lot? All the time. A lot of people pick on me, I guess to try to get me upset. I think it's 'cause I have an innocent, young look.
How old are you? I'm 36.
Really? I'd have guessed you're in your twenties. [Laughs] I could make extra money that way—no one can ever guess my age. Anyone in the world—fortune-tellers, I don't care who they are—I'd bet them lunch they couldn't guess my age.
Until they read Time Out New York. No more free lunches for you. [Laughs] Oh well. It doesn't bother me.—Kate Lowenstein