It was one of those one-in-a-million fluke meetings. I was in an airport on my way to Las Vegas for a work conference and I heard a familiar voice at the counter arguing about his upgrade. It took me a minute to place his voice but after a minute it clicked and I realized I was seeing the one and only Gregory Wrubell. I made up an excuse to go to the gate desk so I could strike up a conversation but the best I could think of was asking if my bag was too big for carry on. I knew it wasn't, but it was an emergency effort to meet one of my idols.

I got up there and chimed in with him, saying that the airline screwed up my ticketing too and that I was taking his side on the issue. He turned around to thank me and something just didn't feel right. Then it hit me: it wasn't Wrubell. Didn't even look like him. In the years since the incident, not one day goes by that I don't think about that man in the airport and how much I hate his guts.