Typically, the term “quiz” conjures up images of silent rooms, number two pencils and a teacher hovering of moulded plastic desks. Except in Facebook. Then a quiz becomes a chance to know yourself. I can find out whether I am more like jelly or Nutella. I can discover whether or not I am truly a Muppets expert.
So, I type up a 80’s music quiz.
Question 1: We built this city on . . .
a. sacred Indian burial grounds taken by conquest
b. rock and roll
c. a nuclear repository
d. gumption and fortitude
After two questions, I realize that this will be a colossal failure, given the fact that I cannot think of good multiple choice answers. Therefore I switch to “Which Washed-Up 80’s Rock Star Are You The Most Like?” I print up one copy and take it with me to a coffee shop.
“Hey, can you take a quiz?” I ask the barista (or is it baristo if it’s a male?)
“I can’t. I’m working.”
“I understand. But there aren’t any customers besides me,” I tell him. Then I look to my daughter. Nothing like a one year old to earn sympathy points.
“How many questions is it?”
“Ten. That way it’s easy to score.”
He finishes the test quickly, looking up to see if a secret shopper might be lurking around the corner. Then, after scoring it, he cries out, “Yesss . . . Rick Springfield.”
“Now you have to tell someone else,” I explain.
“I’m Rick Springfield,” he says.
“Too bad,” his co-worker says. “He’s no Hall and Oates.”
Next step: mail off the survey to friends and then pass it out at professional development tomorrow.