"Recently I—Oh, That Wasn't Me"

As I walked through the almost deserted airport, I heard a familiar, distinctive voice.

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 upstate New York. I forgave my boyfriend, because if I hadn't been late, I would not have had this brush with one of my all-time favorite comics.

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