Yeah. I sat beside that guy on the plane. The one standing in the airport lobby wearing the sandals, knee socks, and confused expression. Stopping the guy emptying the trash to ask him if he can get a window seat. Telling everyone within earshot that he is headed to Utah to check out those Mormons, and how it was the only option with his free credit card points. Walking in with first class passengers and wondering why his free points didn’t mean he was in first class. Asking the pilot to please look after his rolling cart held together by duct tape.