Just Another Girl

I was sitting alone at the airport bar, waiting for a connecting flight; When she sat down on the stool beside me as the day was turning into night. I had a sense she was a beauty, but didn’t want to be so rude as to turn and stare, so I just played with the ice in my rum and coke pretending like she wasn’t there. I noticed heads were turning and looking our way, and I heard them whisper, “Oh my God, it’s her!” When I looked straight ahead I saw sunglasses and a hat hiding a face in the bar mirror. Then a young man asked her for an autograph; She whispered to me, “Please make him go away”; I turned to the boy saying, “Maybe some other time, she’s having a pretty bad day.” She turned toward me pulling down her shades; stared for a minute or two at my face; chuckled and said, “You don’t have a clue who I am; You must be the only one in this place.” “No ma’am, I don’t keep up on my current affairs; I wouldn’t know one celebrity from another; Even if you didn’t have those custom shades on, I wouldn’t know you if you were the Queen Mother.” “If you don’t throw touchdown passes for my favorite football team; or haven’t pitched a no hitter yet, then you’re somebody I probably haven’t seen. If you aren’t a sportscaster; or the guy who makes the betting book, then the odds are pretty heavy, upon your face I’ve never ever looked.” She said, “Now that’s refreshing, Bartender, buy this man a drink.” We sat talking to each other about nothing, for about three hours I think. Finally, she said, “I’ve got to leave, It’s been real nice talking to you, Joe.” She put back on all of her camouflage, and quickly got up to go. Then a young girl came up to me and asked if I would autograph a picture; She said, “I don’t know just who you are, but you must be someone if you know her!” I never found out just who she was; in fact, I never even made a try; For that one night in that airport bar, she was just another girl with just another guy.