Hey, What About Me?

I am often invisible when I travel alone.  I could be the mass murderer that no one remembers. Micro-enterprisers, for example, stalking tourists on the beach seem to ignore me.  Its often mostly an advantage.  I probably look neither poor or rich, young or old.  I was thinking about this waiting at an Island resort lobby when I got into a conversation with the manager.  I had been there several days and he was always very courteous and accommodating but didn’t show much interest in me.  But there we were.  Me about to leave and the tourist ferries hadn’t arrived.  He asked me what I did.  I handed him my business card.  You are a doctor!  A doctor of philosophy! He announced it to the nearby staff and the next question was, “and are you alone. I mean single?”  I wondered then what he would think about where I live: an 8 acre estate with two houses.