Lower Expectations

We've attended the Arizona Opera for many years.   So did my wife's friend, the priest who baptized my son and his longtime friend and opera date.    The priest's opera buddy was very much unknown back then and we were the only people the priest and his date had to talk to during intermissions.   After the opera we'd escort them back to the diocese parking lot where they parked their car.   I was the closest thing they had to a security detail.   Back in those days I was more than enough to drive off the stray homeless guy who tried to ask the priest's opera buddy for a date.    This little convoy went on for years until the priest's opera date won an election earning her a limo and a better parking space and bodyguard than me.

Years later sitting in the airport waiting for a ride back from grandma's house in Boston I look up and who do you think is sitting right next us?    Our opera buddy and her new bodyguard.   I leave "celebrities" alone.   She never got around to acknowledging us.   I admit that I'm pretty forgettable, but my wife isn't.   And what Arizona politician would pass up the opportunity to kiss an Arizona baby.