spastic hell printer must die

back into the fray

I flew out of Boston yesterday on my way back to sunny Seattle. I hate flying. People on planes are stinky. All of them. And the smell of stinking people makes me feel like there are other terrible things besides smell which are seeping into my skin. But yesterday the flight was a little better and I have TV to thank for it. As I was waiting in line to go through security I couldn't help overhearing the conversation going on between the three men behind me. It was mostly about their hotel stay and work and the lack of available food in the airport. One went to find the nearest Dunkin' Donuts and left the other two with his big metal equipment boxes in addition to their own. Being the kind and helpful individual that I am I offered to tug one of the boxes along as the line progressed through the terminal. I noticed a name tag with a picture of the Dunkin' Donuts guy on the box. Next to his picture it said "Junkyard Wars Crew." Then I noticed one of the other guys had a Junkyard Wars logo on his T-shirt. So I was in the presence of TV personality. I immediately got sullen and bitchy (because that is of course the only way to deal with celebrities.) The conversation starter was my removal of the kick-ass Titanium Powerbook that Alex lent me. The Junkyard boys were impressed and wanted to show me theirs as well. When the third guy came back he started ribbing his friends, playing the celebrity card. "Do you recognize this guy from TV?" I played it cool, "No, do you recognize me from TV?" Then they knew I was not to be patronized. Hehehehehe. I guess the lessons I've learned from all this are: 1) Now I'm old enough to flirt with celebrities, and 2) Flying is much more fun if famous people are flying with you. Celebrities, what can't they do?