The Chivalric Family

I had worked until the last minute at an expo in Dallas so dressed very professionally in a business skirt suit I rushed to the DFW airport. As I stood at the ticket counter, I looked beside me and Tim McGraw was checking in on the flight. At that moment, Mr. McGraw looked at me and smiled. Did I mention I'm a huge fan of Tim McGraw? Well, when he laid that beautiful, sexy smile on me, I was so smitten that I took a step backwards and bumped into my suitcase. I fell backwards over my suitcase, heels thrown like ninja knives in different direction and legs flying akimbo giving Mr. McGraw a bird's eye view of my unmentionables. I was horrified. I lay on the airport floor, spread eagle, praying that death would come swiftly. I opened my eyes to find Mr. McGraw standing over me, wicked grin on his face, offering his assistance. Funny thing he didn't seem to mind at all! As soon as he spoke I realized, this was not Tim McGraw. He looked just like Tim McGraw but he didn't sound like Tim McGraw.
After we talked for a minute and I made a bad attempt at explaining that he looked like Tim McGraw, he told me that he got that often and that since he was slightly older that Tim McGraw looked like him. He was a complete gentleman with the very embarrassing encounter which did make be feel a little better.