I was at the airport bar a few weeks ago and sat next to middle aged guy with a horn case talking to a good looking 30- something woman. He got up to leave, and she stopped him to ask if there was a way she could hear some of his music. He sorta mumbled something to her and skedaddled to his gate or whatever. There was a bit of silence, then she leaned over to me and said "That guy just told me is band is called .....The Cherry......Poppin' Daddies?"

I said "Oh yeah, they're locals. I used to work on one of their vans."

She said "Oh, I'm not from here, just stranded for a day, so I don't know them. I think the name is kinda funny. I don't care, and now I know what I'm listening to tonight!"

I told her they were totally a big thing in the 90s during the Ska and Swing revival craze, but it was probably a bit before her time. I asked what she did that had her stranded at a tiny airport.

She kinda blushed a bit and said ".....sales."

I said "Stuff needs sellin', that's a perfectly fine career. What do you sell?"

She blushed again. "Well, you know when like....you....or someone like you, maybe a little older....goes to the doctor....." ::Makes finger in hole gesture::

"Well, I sell a test that makes it so you don't have to do that...."

I said, "That's a damn honorable career then, and I appreciate what you do! Also, that's pretty funny.... Both of y'all were embarrassed to say, but both are kinda in the same field. He's a cherry poppin' daddy, and you prevent daddies from getting their cherries popped!"

Too bad I had to catch my flight too. She was a pretty rad gal.