When Being Recognized Goes Too Far

May 18, 2009

[caption id="attachment_653" align="alignright" width="150" caption="Boyce Lancaster, Sr. as "Circus Jim" in the Tulsa State Fair parade"]

[/caption] My dad was a television weather-caster/kid's show host/commercial spokesman/emcee as I grew up in Tulsa OK.  (No, the nut does not fall far from the tree!) One of the things that I always thought was cool was when people would recognize him.  It was hard not to be proud that people, perfect strangers, wanted to talk to my dad.  Heck, when we first moved to Dayton, it took only a short while before he got a phone call from someone who was excited to read he was coming to Dayton, because they had watched him when THEY lived in Tulsa! In this business, you get recognized, either by sight or sound, in the darndest places.  I enjoy the conversations, and  it's good to know that you all are interested enough in what we do at WOSU to come up and chat with us. However, I learned a very valuable lesson one early (6:30 am) weekend morning in the toilet paper aisle at the grocery.  I ran out to get some OJ and eggs for breakfast.  Then I decided to grab some TP while I was there. As I tried to decide what to buy, (can it really be THAT difficult?) I could sense that someone nearby was looking at me. They said "You know, this would be a lot easier if they only gave us one or two choices." I agreed and allowed as how my folks had never told me to allow 10 minutes in the paper aisle. At that point, the woman said, "I thought that was you!  I just had to figure out a way to get you to say something!"  The problem was, in my haste to get to the store and back, I had thrown on old sweat pants, a ratty shirt, my lawn-mowing shoes, and a windbreaker.  I hadn't shaved, my hair was a mess, and I was all of a sudden doing PR for WOSU. I quickly realized that, unless I was willing to shower, shave, and comb my hair, I'd best stay out of the express lane at Kroger!

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