My wife and I stopped at Mexican restaurant today. We sat in a both near the back of the building. There were only three booths behind us. We talked as we awaited our orders. My back was facing the entrance so I didn't see the woman walk in, but I did see her pass by heading to the very last booth. When she turned to sit down my conversation stopped in mid-sentence.
I didn't know how it could be possible. This was Georgia. The other side of the nation. How could she be here? What dastardly deed had occurred that would require her vast and ever growing skills? I put my glasses on to make sure that there was no misidentification. She was short and stocky. She had the curved nose with a slight point. She had the skin tone. She had the glasses. She had the hair style. She even had the magically disappearing hair.
By this time my wife was wondering what was wrong, what was I staring at, and why did I quit talking. How could I tell her that we were in the same room with possibly the greatest human in the history of the world (if not the universe)? I was working on how to explain that we were in the midst of the most accomplished individual in human history when it happened and my day was crushed.
The waiter had asked if she was dining alone. She answered that her husband and some friends would be arriving shortly. He asked about drinks. She said that she would be having tea but that she did not know what the others would have. With those three little words, "did not know", my ballon was bursted. Those words have never, and will never, escape the pencil thin lips of the greatest person to ever carry an assault knife.
Then, to further prove that she was indeed not the greatest writer to ever light a fag as per proper fag etiquette, she smiled a genuine smile and was completely friendly and polite to the waiter.
I had thought I would have a story that I could tell my grandkids about (even though I don't have grandkids), but it all turned out to be high hopes about nothing. Suffice to say, I was disappointed. I guess I should have known the truth when I noticed that she didn't have a reporter's vast and the good rig.
