I was furious at my boyfriend for getting me to the airport too late to catch my plane, so I sent him back home and settled in to wait until the next flight. As I walked through the almost deserted airport, I heard a familiar, distinctive voice.
I looked to the side, where there was a small lunch counter. There sat Steven Wright on a counter stool, chatting with the waitress. He looked completely normal! There was no one else around, so I went up to him and we spoke briefly. He was en route to a gig in Read more