In recognition of the fast approaching nuptials of William and Kate I’d like to recount my brush with the Royals.
Warning: This personal anecdote lacks a climax. Indeed, it barely deserves to be retold. But I never let that stop me before.
The year: 1998.
The place: The Pan Pacific Hotel in Vancouver.
I was a part time chauffeur, driving my way through graduate school (so to speak). And this day I was driving a Japanese couple (newlyweds who had come to Vancouver for a “western wedding”) back to the hotel. As I pulled the Rolls Royce into the hotel I noticed hundreds of people crowded in behind velvet ropes. As I got out of the car and went around to the back door they burst into a defeafening applause, cheers, and whistles. And then the signs appeared “Welcome William!” “We love you Prince William!” (way back in the year12 BB (before Bieber) Prince William was the fantasy for countless young girls).
As I opened the door the cheers continued to build into a frenetic crescendo. And then as I helped the bride out of the car, the applause died, the signs lowered, and the Japanese couple looked out at the disgruntled crowd with that deer caught in the headlights look. Were these Canadians crazy?
And uh, that’s it. So I didn’t almost meet Prince William, not even sort of. But I was momentarily mistaken for his chauffeur by several hundred people. And that counts for something, doesn’t it? So where’s my invitation?