Yesterday was a BAAAAAD day through and through. It was supposed to be a good day, being that it was my birthday and such, but I have this uncanny ability to insert my foot into my mouth at the most critical times.
The governor of the great Commonwealth of Kentucky, one Dr. Ernest "Ernie" Fletcher, and I have seen each other out at the airport on several occasions. We’ve always spoken (things like, "Mr. Governor." and then he says, "It’s good to see you again."). No big deal; he recognizes me on sight, but doesn’t know who I am. That sort of thing.
Yesterday, however, he saw my wife Jeannie and I standing in the lobby, so he made his way on over to us to shake our hands. A nice gesture at the very least. He asked us how we were doing, and things like that.
(Now, as an aside, I try to be "up-to-date" on all of the various news goings-ons and stuff. Of course, Monday was the day when I didn’t take notice of any of the local news happenings.)
As the Governor was leaving, I smiled at him and said cheerily, "You have a great day, sir!"
He took a few steps through the automatic glass doors, and then suddenly stopped walking, turned around, and gave me a look that seared it’s way right through me.
Apparently, I was the ONLY stupid slob in the entire universe that didn’t know that he had spent the entire day at the funeral of a close, personal friend.
Sorry, Mr. Governor. I’m only stupid.