My all-time favorite airport experience happened several years ago at LAX. I was at the airport by myself, minding my own business, just standing and reading a magazine. An elderly man (very elderly, at least 85 years old) started walking towards me.
“Hello there, young man!” His breath smelled really bad. I wasn’t sure if it was the Ensure or if it was just old man smell.
“Um…hello,” I replied, cautiously.
“I knew your father!” he exclaimed, although his voice did not allow him to exclaim as loudly as he may have liked.
I was puzzled. How did he know my dad? How did he know who I was? Because this guy could be genuinely crazy, I remained silent.
“Your father was a great, great man!”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, burying my head back in my magazine.
“I always admired your father!” What could this guy possibly be talking about?
“Your father – Bruce Lee! – what a great man!” I looked at him quizzically.
“I miss Bruce Lee.”
Yes, yes, don’t we all. Don’t we all.
3 comments:
Wow, smelly and incredibly racist. Great combination.
He seemed senile enough that I didn't take offense.
its ok, i was rocking the beard for a while, and one of my coworkers came up to me and said that i looked like osama.
it just happens. at least you get bruce lee.
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