As you read this, please sneak a quick glance at the person sitting next to you. Is she elderly, going grey and looking stupefied? Okay, maybe I exaggerate, but I recently sat next to a young man on a flight to Ghana, and while pretending to watch a movie, I surreptitiously kept an eye on him as he read my column.
He laughed hysterically in all the right places, proclaiming the piece was the best thing since sliced bread. I wish. Admittedly his reaction wasn’t exactly like that, but after I owned up to being the author, he did a double take, insisting my photograph looked nothing like me. I blushed….