In Transit (And Another Josh Groban Mistaken Identity)
I had to leave this morning. Here is a visual chronicle of my departure, and numerous arrivals.
6:30 AM - Orange County Airport
Airborne - Over San Francisco
Arrive - San Francisco
Depart - San Francisco
Arrive - Chicago
Chicago - Walk Down Crazy Hallway to get to Gate 24B
Airborne - Chicago
Arrive - DC
Here's where my trip gets really interesting.
Somewhere between LA and San Francisco there was another one of those mid-air snack carts. The stewardess leaned in towards my seat and offered me a drink. Politely, I asked for a coke. It was no big deal, but when she handed it to me she stopped what she was doing and just stared at me. I looked back, slightly confused but enraptured by the sudden attention. Bending her head sideways, she asked, "Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Josh Groban?"
Surprised and confused, I replied, "Yes, actually that seems to happen a lot."
Happily, she returned to work.
But I have to admit, I did momentarily think I should try to sell it as though I was actually Josh Groban riding economy class on a frequent flyers ticket with two connections.
I miss California.