Tyler got me thinking about the last time I was on a commercial flight. It was sometime between 1995 and "911 Changed Everything." Me and a couple buddies were groomsmen for a another buddy who moved to Madison, WI.
I remember John teasing us about there not being any good looking corresponding single bridesmaids for us. Turns out, my partner was a Stone Fox that everybody was under the impression was happily married. It didn't take long for me to deduce that she was in the middle of a nasty divorce. That was supposed to be a secret between her and me. And it was until somebody tried to correct me about my "inappropriate behavior." Three words, "She's getting divorced."
Hubba, hubba.
What a pleasant memory. I haven't thought about that for years. I don't remember her name, only that she lived in Appleton, WI. I can still see her face.