The Denver Saga - Pt. 2

Not long after writing yesterday's post, I had the following story happen to me.

So, I'm in the Denver Airport, and I'm still an hour and half away from flight departure time. So, I just decide to head down to the gate and take advantage of the free wireless internet offered at DIA. So, I do some research, and finish somethings that need to be done, call a couple of people, and then decide to pack it up as boarding time is approaching. I made a trek to the bathroom, and while in there, saw someone I thought looked like my dad's crop consultant, Brett. I wasn't sure, but he looked right at me and didn't indicate he knew me, so I figured I must be imagining things. I'm not so convinced though, so I called dad.

"Dad, when's the last time you saw your crop consultant?"

"I'm not sure. It's been a while actually."

"Well, I might know why. I think he's sitting here in Denver."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's him, but not positive."

"Well, I'll call him and we'll see if he answers his phone."

So, as dad is calling, I walked over and sat down a seat away from Brett and his wife who was with him. I'm sitting there just minding my own business, when my phone rings again, so I get up and answer it and walk a little ways away. Dad and I talk a little more, as Brett hadn't picked up his phone, I wasn't sure, but I turned around and walked back to my seat in the terminal, and he looks up from his reading and recognizes me immediately, so I start smarting off, "You should really answer you phone when clients call you."

Brett as he's reaching for his phone: "Why? Ohh, I did miss a call. I missed 3 calls. All from your dad. Go figure!"

We had a fun time chatting for the last little bit and I got to tell my DENVER story again! They thought it was crazy. So, it comes time to board, and we all three get up and head to the jetway together, and as we're heading down to the plane, I hear Brett's wife ask what seat their in, and hear his slightly disgusted repsonse that they are split up again. "I've got 14A and you've got 14C (as he turns to me). This has been unreal. Our whole trip and we've not been beside each other once. What seat do you have?" he asked me as he sees me looking at my boarding pass.

I replied, "Ummm, I'm in 14B."

Hahaha!! This is great!! What are the odds! I wasn't even supposed to be in Denver. I ran into people I knew in Denver, and not only that, owned the seat between them on plane. I had bought my ticket at 2:30 that afternoon, and still got between them! Seriously, who scheduled that?? All the complaints I have about my travel agent are now subsided for a while. Anyhow, I did give up my seat, but then on the plane, spaced out and was goofing around with an electonic device as we're taxiing out to the runway. The flight attendant comes by and sternly tells me to put it away, which I deserved because we'd been told to turn them off, and I did right away after being told again. Brett leans over and says, "Yeah, you're gonna get yourself into trouble!" I replied, "No, I'm going to get you into trouble. You're the one who owns seat 14C. They'll look at who purchased that seat and say, 'Next time that Brett guy flies, make sure to keep a careful eye on him, and give him the extra special search.'" Brett thought about that and then he got stern with me, "You'd better shape up, I'm not getting in trouble for your shenanigans." Ohh, the fun I could have continued to have, but those of you that know Brett know that I quit our of fear from any of my bones he could have easlily broken. Not that he's a mean guy, but he's just that big of a guy. We land, visit more waiting for bags, and went our seperate ways. What a fun ending to the trip, and all I can say is, I hope I never have to go to or from Cedar Rapids through DENVER ever again!