*For the favorite father, on his 60th birthday*
While on their way home from a show in P.A, the favorite family was traveling on the Pennsylvania Turn Pike. It was on a Sunday in which the Pittsburg Steelers were playing, among some other eastern teams, and the favorite family was in high spirits. The middle child had been debating with herself for quite some time over which football team she wished to see least at the Super Bowl. She hadn’t reached any solid conclusion when little ol blue three pulled into a service plaza where every other person had their football jerseys on for their team of choice. (Now, for the record, the favorite family had been traveling for the better part of three hours, and they were over 150 miles away from where their last show had been.)
The favorite father just happened to park by two men who were standing by their SUV. The favorite father, in a moment of high humor, no doubt brought on by his silly daughters high wit at one of the teams expense, jubilantly asked the men if this was where the tailgate party was. They blinked in surprise and assured him that it was and the whole favorite family went giggling into the Plaza to use the bathrooms.
The joke was on him however for when the favorite family returned to little ol blue three, the men were still there waiting in their vehicle. As the favorite father approached his own door the men rolled down their window and said, “You’re the wallet man aren’t you? From the show?”
The favorite father, stunned though he was, answered immediately, “Yes I am.”
“I thought so," one of the men said with a laugh, "I buy a wallet from you every year.”
It is a small world…after all.
Here's to being famous for many more years favorite father!
2 comments:
yes, yes, one never knows when another person will recognise you at the least expextent time. Or indeed a most inoppertune time. :)
WOW...60 years old...and the silly daughters look so young and beautiful. But...as the "old man" of the singing family, I guess I wish that I was so young.
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