Suburban Goddess

Alex & I flew home with a layover in Nashville, where she managed to make friends with two little girls in the terminal who were heading to Chicago… as the girls ran back and forth the concourse to the opposing gates, I had a little game of sign language with the girls’ father. Look, they’re coming your way. Where did mine go? There, under the chairs. Hand sanitizer okay? Sure, no problem. And so forth…

While Alex learned the value of single-serving friends, my mind started to wander how long it’s been since I had a celebrity on my plane. Considering I was flying Southwest, I doubted very seriously that I would encounter that today… and lo and behold, an entourage of glitter, denim and guitars rounded the corner and I was standing next to Bucky Covington.

Okay, so he’s not exactly ‘A’ list, but people knew who he was. I watched with interest how he reacted to his fans; gracious, accommodating, and always polite. I’ve never been the type to go insane when I encounter a celebrity (at the end of the day, I believe your worth is measured by much more than your recognition factor) so I opted out of bothering the poor guy for a picture despite the fact that I knew that would bolster me to “semi-cool” with my staff.

As the attendants called for the boarding of our plane, I forgot all about Bucky as I tried to explain to my daughter why her new friends couldn’t get on OUR plane… and ended up with a 2-year-old tantrum on my hands (which is another story entirely, how RUDE people are to people with kids in an airport)… I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to board early, so I literally heaved her over my shoulder and carried her aboard like a sack of potatoes. Only imagine that the sack of potatoes is screaming and kicking.

We fell in two seats behind the “celebrity,” who was, again, the last thing on my mind as I tried to reign Alex in. The flight was relatively quiet, and ten minutes before the plane landed, she fell sound asleep. As the wheels touched down on the runway, I said a quick thank you prayer that we had made it THIS far (because I HATE to fly), then attempted to wake my daughter to beat the mad rush to the plane door. As soon as we pulled into the gate, everyone jumped up immediately, including Bucky. Not paying attention, I pulled my groggy child into the aisle…

… where she promptly ran into Bucky Covington’s butt.

And that, my friends, is my daughter’s first brush with celebrity. Literally.

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