A novel-writing FrontBurnervian recently told me a funny story about Aikman. This happened a couple weeks ago. But I thought it was still worth sharing:
On the Fourth of July, I stopped in a convenience store at Park and the Toll Road in Plano to get gas and a bottle of water. There were three people in the store at the time. Me. The clerk, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a native of this country. And Troy Aikman.
Troy was ahead of me, buying beer. The clerk asked him for his ID.
“Huh?” Troy cocked his head to one side.
“Your ID?” The clerk tapped the beer with one hand. “Could I please see it?”
“Sure.” Troy handed the man his driver’s license.
I looked around the store to see if I could actually spot the cameras that had to be filming the new reality show I must have stumbled upon. The clerk stared at the license for a moment, and then at Troy’s face. Finally he handed the license back and completed the transaction.
When Troy left and it was my turn, I said, “Did you know you just carded Troy Aikman?”
“Who?” The clerk frowned.
“Troy. Aikman.”
The clerk gave me a blank stare.
“Dallas Cowboys?” I said. “Super Bowl Champions. Any of this ringing a bell?”
“Sorry, I’m not from around here.” He shrugged and took my money.
