Home Again

From it’s the “its small world department”…

We just finished with security at Seattle and had just put our shoes back on and laptops back into our bags when we started to walk away I noticed a Delta Pilot staring at me, I stared back and thought I recognized him, so I moved to his other side to see his name tag and sure enough, I knew him, he was a Division Officer in my Navy Squadron, we had not seen each other in over 13 years.

He was one of the good guys actually, very low key and laid back, I never saw him “pull rank” and I have seen him many times work with the enlisted men washing the planes, which was a major “no no” which he was told not to do which he kept doing and I know he got “talked to” on more then one occasion about it.

We had gates next to each other so we walked together and talked for about 20 minutes before he had to go to work, we exchanged numbers and made plans to meet in Orlando whenever he flies in, over all pretty cool and pretty strange at the same time, what are the odds?

And from the “you never know how many times a day you stub your toe”… get an ingrown toenail…. Its quit amazing how many times a day I hit it and each one feels like a raw nerve exposed to a battery, nice way to spend a vacation.

Ok, more later.Current Mood: blah

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