Knighthood
It happened at the Harris,
perhaps while he dozed
during the first act.
Somehow he had become a Sir.
He first noticed a Brooks Brothers gentleman Sir him at intermission,
waving him ahead of several ordinary people,
while he was negotiating a path towards a faster-moving aisle.
To begin that infernal climb to the lobby.
At first he thought perhaps the gentleman had only sensed
his pressing need to scale Stair Mountain
and reach the restroom trail.
With all possible speed.
But when he later strolled casually out the restroom exit there was
more evidence of something new, as he was respectfully Sirred
by a medium-well-done adult of evident stature.
Patiently holding the door to safely usher him out.
It was time to do a controlled test of this Sir condition, so
he strode the trail back while exuding a youthful non-Sir air,
projecting an "I made it, no sweat" aura.
Stepping smartly to base camp for the thousand-and-one-step descent.
Climbing boldly down, sporting that non-Sir nonchalance, he approached
a gaggle of chattering aisle blockers and deftly
maneuvered to slip past them.
But there it was again, "Excuse us, Sir," this time twice.
Finally, as he reached his row and shuffled sideways to his seat,
he grazed some unrisen fellow's feet
and promptly received a "Pardon me, Sir."
Rising up in the air.
Now it sank in that he had actually become a Sir,
but he wondered how it could suddenly have come about.
Did someone prank a "Sir Me!" sign on his back?
Not likely ─ the Queen must have knighted him while he dozed.