I totally saw Curtis, TLC's Take Home Chef in the terminal. And let me tell you, homeslice is damn sexy. I got all star struck and just stood there and watched him walk by. I'd let him take me home any day!
Then on the way home from Zurich, I had some Swiss soccer player sitting in my section. Seeing as I know nothing about the sport, let alone actual players (with the minor exception of Becks, and that's only because of Posh) I had no reason to ask for an autograph or slip him my number during the beverage service. He too was quite smoking.
Did I tell you the part about how I got to go to Zurich? Were you in Zurich today? Didn't think so.