Sheils Writes

I’m 21 years old.  I have a job at a soundproof room (anechoic chamber) company in Connecticut and they are bidding on a government contract to make soundproof rooms for General Dynamics and the Rancho Cucamonga, CA office needed me to operate the CPT word processor for the proposal.  Hell yeah!  They sent me on a business trip there.

Maybe that was a big deal, I had no clue.  However,  I’m in LA Airport flying back to JFK, in the giftshop these 2 “rock stars” walk in & say “damn, something smells good in here”, me & my red & white Hawaiian jumpsuit & white high heel pumps from Thom McAnn, said “oh, I bet that’s me”…I had on Confession (fake Obsession by Calvin Klein)! 🔥  “Damn”, the one, well they both had long hair, said.

I board the flight.  They board the flight.  They go to the back, the smoking section.

A few hours later we are in New York. I see them at baggage claim.  My boyfriend is picking me up.  I say “these guys, I think they think they are rock stars, one is even wearing a vest that says Poison on the back, seriously”.  Well, my boyfriend (now husband) knows a bit about music, he’s a drummer himself.   He recognizes the cases of equipment they are traveling with & he says, “um, yeah, so that’s Rikki Rockett & Bret Michaels from Poison, definitely”.

Well, I’ll be darned, how about that, and now I must go say hi. We chat about which luggage carousel our flights luggage is coming in from (duh, I’m making up conversation here).  I get their autographs in my odd little notebook that I would always have with me.  They couldn’t have been any nicer.  They showed us their itinerary and then they head to MTV to be guest VJs & I head back to Norwalk to keep pushing out anechoic chamber proposals.

The end.