Sitting on the plane to New York, two rows up: None other than John Waite, he of "Missing You," the profound '80s ode to self-deception. And we know it's him because the stewardess walked down the aisle before takeoff to double-check that a "Mr. Waite" boarded, and when he raised his hand, she said, "John Waite? Excellent."
I've decided that she didn't need to confirm that he'd boarded at all, but rather, she just wanted to see if it was really him because she's some sort of superfan. Perhaps she, as we have, admired his work in the soap Paper Dolls; we were sorely tempted to commend him for it, but we chickened out, because that is EVEN DORKIER than going up to Lindsay Price and telling her (drunkenly, but still) that we loved her on 90210: Original Flavor.
And for the record, he was in Coach. And his hair was spiky. And he was talking about iTunes before the plane, when he was sitting next to us at the gate but before it occured to us to wonder who he might be.
I hope that's an auspicious beginning to the trip.
Parenthetically, the woman in front of us -- as she deplaned -- said something to her husband about a woman on our flight who'd gotten on the wrong plane. How does one do that? It would require all the boarding people to drop the ball AND the person being dumb enough not to notice, from the signs OR the loudspeakers, that his/her plane was headed to New York and not Omaha, or whatever. I just can't figure out how you actually get as far as take-off when you are not on the correct flight. It's a lot of cracked-out stars that need to align.