Road Stories

What he actually looked like

Since you've taken a liking to my last story, maybe you'd like another...

I was on a trip once, I forget where, but I was definitely in a hotel where no-one knew me, somewhere in the states.

I went to the business center to print my boarding passes for the flights home, it was the morning of an event, so I was in a bit of a hurry.

There were two small children; a little girl, about 4, and her brother who seemed to be about 6 or 7 in the room watching movie trailers on YouTube.

I sat down and hadn't started typing or pulling out any of my travel documents when the boy, on the other side of the room, and still facing away from me said: "Mr. Tyson".

How I will always remember him

I looked at him, saying: "I'm sorry?", laughing, astonished.

He turned to face me and said very matter of factly: "Austin. Tyson". 

I jokingly asked him how he knows my name, and did he work for the FBI? It was about this time that I realized I was not wearing my magnetic name tag. Now I was slightly freaked out.

He said: "Not the FBI, sir, the employment commission.", then turned around and went back to his movie trailers, not saying another word.

I printed my boarding pass and got the heck out of there.

The weirdest moment of my life.