Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Don't I Know You?

An attendant on my flight tonight to Sacramento recognized me from a previous flight. I asked her how she remembered me. She said the last time I was on one of her flights I was carrying a giant stack of newspapers and ordered a screwdriver -- just like tonight.

I explained that sometimes I get behind (on the newspapers, not the screwdrivers). She said I said the same thing last time too.


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