I was in Los Angeles/Long Beach for a 4-day weekend this past weekend. My friend and I had to pick up her sister at LAX on Saturday and while waiting for her in baggage claim, Jack White of the White Stripes walked past me.
It was one of those infuriating situations where I recognized him a split second too late to quietly call out his name.
Now it's kind of in the back of my head, wondering if it really was him. I know it was. I would recognize that black hair, pasty skin, pointy nose, lanky body anywhere. But why couldn't it have registered a millisecond sooner so I could have gotten his attention and confirmed it?
Story of my life...
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