coming back from chicago, the flight attendant kept
stopping and looking at me, but not saying anything.
eventually, i order my drink, and she took that as
the opportunity to ask whether my shirt was for the
mexican singing sensation lucero…
i kindly replied ‘no’, and started to explain how these
boys were from memphis and maybe you’d like them,
they’re really good. but then i thought better of it and
just said ‘no they’re from memphis, tn.’
i received my cranberry juice along with a confused
look, and that was that.