Chekov

By Mike Johnson

So I'm at this Star Trek convention.

I took my daughter out of school to come along.

The elevator door opens and there stands Chekov going to a higher floor. My daughter's eyes get big.

We step in.

Being polite, I just nod and stand respectfully behind the actor and face the door.

The door remains open a few more seconds. The awkward silence squeezed it out of me.

"Bridge," I say with authority.

The door closes, Chekov smirks and just shakes his head.

Yep, I'm that guy.

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