Okay, so this is even more embarrassing than the mascara incident.
John and I sat behind the cutest pair of grandparents and grandchildren. A ducky little boy and girl who behaved perfectly on the long plane ride.
As we stood in the aisle ready to get off the plane, I couldn't resist.
Are you going to see Mickey?
"Oh yes!" the darling children chirped in unison.
That's wonderful! I'm sure you'll have lots of fun! …and maybe next summer, Grandma and Grandpa will take you to visit us at Holiday World.
Be honest. Was that tacky of me?
Mrs. Koch told us today she was recognized in the Orlando airport, "Hey, Mrs. Koch! Is it really you?"
And Matt stayed behind in Florida a few extra days with his lovely wife. In the Mission: Space queue, a family sported Colts Football shirts, so he started up a conversation with them.
"Sure, we love Holiday World! In fact, the kids just said yesterday they would rather have spent four days at Holiday World instead of here in Orlando."
The love-fest, sadly, did not extend to my feeble outreach program.
Grandpa turned with a pleasant, yet quizzical, look on his face.
"Holiday World? Never heard of it!"
I quickly surmised they must have stopped in Louisville en route from some foreign land.
Yes, of course, that must be it.
Oh, sorry. So you're not from Louisville?
"Sure, we used to live there. Now we live in Florence."
Judging by his accent, I really don't think he meant Italy.
"Now, where is that park?"
Okay, by now it was getting embarrassing. And John was right behind me, snickering.
Oh, we're in the town of Santa Claus, Indiana — isn't that fun?
Grandpa smiled kindly and nodded, then turned to follow the rest of his family off the plane.
After all, Mickey was waiting.