More than a decade ago, man walks up to the register next to mine at Barnes & Noble.
Man: Hi, is David around?
Co-worker: I think so, I'll call him. What's your name, sir?
Man: Please tell him Paul is here.
(She picks up the phone to call our manager)
Co-worker: Sorry, whats your last name sir?
(I can't restrain myself any longer. I lightly flick her shoulder and through gritted teeth, quietly as I possibly can, I say
Me: THAT IS SENATOR WELLSTONE.
(I may have well followed it with "Show some respect!")
Out of the corner of his eye he smiles warmly at me despite my rude idiocy.
Ten years ago today I was crying like a baby because a great man whom I had the honor to meet once only briefly died unexpectedly in a plane crash in northern Minnesota.
Paul Wellstone
July 21, 1944 – October 25, 2002
Man: Hi, is David around?
Co-worker: I think so, I'll call him. What's your name, sir?
Man: Please tell him Paul is here.
(She picks up the phone to call our manager)
Co-worker: Sorry, whats your last name sir?
(I can't restrain myself any longer. I lightly flick her shoulder and through gritted teeth, quietly as I possibly can, I say

Me: THAT IS SENATOR WELLSTONE.
(I may have well followed it with "Show some respect!")
Out of the corner of his eye he smiles warmly at me despite my rude idiocy.
Ten years ago today I was crying like a baby because a great man whom I had the honor to meet once only briefly died unexpectedly in a plane crash in northern Minnesota.
Paul Wellstone
July 21, 1944 – October 25, 2002