The Price of Fame?

Yesterday I’m in the supermarket, produce department. A Young woman while trying to pick out a bell pepper ends up sending vegetables a flying all over the floor. I walk over and help her pick up, making a comment to the effect that I do this all the time. “It’s why surgery was never a career choice for me” I said. My voice seemed to startle her.

“I know you “ she said, “you sing at the bar. My friends keep saying how good you are.”

I nodded. I was about to tell her about our gig when she said “nice to meet you” put her pepper in her basket and left. She didn’t run away from me per say – but it sure felt like that.

Guess she had heard about Stacy. I should get used to this.