I gave my ex-girlfriend, a flight attendant, a ride to the airport this morning. As I'm driving on to work, she calls me and says: "You're never going to guess who's standing in line in front of me?" I'm sure I said something smartassed, but I forget... "Jesse Jackson." she replied. SIDEBAR: It's the second time she's ran into him. The first time she ran into him, it was after his arrest for criminal trespass at Chuck's Gun Shop in Riverdale, IL. Anywho... It's early. I'm cranky, and antis drive me up the wall, so I say, "Hey, if you talk to him, ask him why he's harassing law-abiding gun store owners." She responds with her usual, "Bye, M249," and hangs up. I'll bet money she rolled her eyes when she said goodbye, too. Less than five minutes later, she calls back. "So, I asked him, and you're not going to believe this..." Ok, at this point, I'm sure she said something, but I was too busy telling her that she rocked and trying not to have an accident on I85N from laughing... "You know what his response was? 'You're a very beautiful lady, and that's such a deep question for so early in the morning.'" She was dumbstruck, "I ask him this question, he totally ignores it, starts telling me how pretty I am, and then asks if he can buy me coffee!? What the hell?" My ex-girlfriend kicks ass. Oh... He's on her flight. This could be fun!