Today I’m flying to Knoxville to vist friends of old from my time in Halifax. First off the flight out of Moncton is delayed two hours. Not a big deal as I have a five hour layover in Toronto anyway.
Nat brings me to the airport and we sit and have a cup of decaf. “Ohh, look!” she shows me a brochure picked up off the counter of events in Moncton. Brent Butts (of Prarie Gas fame) was doing a comedy show at the Capitol the night before. Nat’s mom is a big fan, probably would have loved to go.
Ah well, opportunites lost and all that.
But the day takes a unique twist when, after we land, I realize that the man standing in the row beside me, waiting to get off the plane, is Brent himself. Did I talk to him? Manage to have a witty conversation with him in which he loves my wry humor and quick, intelligent thoughts? At least get his autograph? Of course not. Didn’t want to bother him. But it did lead me to wonder why he was on a West Jet flight…
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