I had my brush with royalty today. Or as close to a brush as guy like me is ever going to have.
I believe Prince Charles waved to me. It may not have been me in particular, but he did smile and he did wave. And it looked like he was looking at me.
I was on my way to the cycling road race, walking from the Green Park tube station to the place they call The Mall. Which is actually St. James Park, and isn’t really a mall at all. For all the talk on the difficulty at getting around at the Olympics, my subway ride today was all of eight minutes long. And then a 10-minute walk on top of that. How many times can you get anywhere in 18 minutes in today’s world, so for me, a career complainer, I’m not complaining.
So here’s the story on my semi brush with greatness, or shall I say royalty. I was walking not far from from Buckingham Palace, which is close to the cycling venue, when we were told to wait at the corner. All of a sudden the police cars raced by and slowly a car followed. It didn’t exactly stop when it passed us, but Charles clearly smiled to the four of us waiting at the corner and waved. I waved back. I thought he made eye contract with me. The guy because me screamed. He thought he made eye contact with him. “That was Prince Charles, wasn’t it? That was Prince Charles.” Me, never being much of a Royals guy, was amused But it was Prince Charles.
Had it have been Paul McCartney, I probably would have screen. Now that’s my kind of royalty.