Having stayed up most of the night before reveling with our fellow conventioneers, the long schlog home from Cleveland, was just that. Looong.
I had big plans to grab a nap for the first leg of our very full Southwest flight, and plopped down in a middle seat so Cliff could have the coveted aisle. Must have been feeling the love in my sleep deprived state. Ha. Ha.
Sitting by the window on our row was a man who seemed harmless enough and rather preoccupied with his phone, so I settled in for my nap….or, so I thought.
This nice gentleman to my right became engaged in a continual convo with the lady seated behind me for what seemed like an eternity! Even though I had my earplugs in with some Big Daddy Weave blaring, the man with the personality was rocking my world.
I couldn’t help but overhear their entire conversation. It was about politics and the RNC and all I could think of was this guy had an excessive amount of post convention energy or an adult case of ADD. That said, when the pilot came on to alert us about some possible weather and turbulence, my seat mate pulls up his navigator app and radar app and kindly explained to me how those tools work.
Based on his knowledge of both, I asked him if he was a pilot, because that was going to make me feel better about the dangerously dark clouds outside the window. He was not, but his command of the subject matter could have fooled me anyway.
At this point, my Senator decided it was time to wake up, sensing some competition for Mayor of Flight 2357, and joined our conversation.
Come to find out, both were Rubio delegates from their respective states at the convention.
Come to find out, he was from Arkansas and was flying on to Little Rock.
Come to find out, he is Tim Griffin, the Lt. Governor of Arkansas…the same Lt. Governor of Arkansas who I wrote about here. Oh my goodness! Can I not get a break!
Immediately, I began to feel a strange remorse for all the evil I had wished upon him previously! Who needs sleep after an all-nighter, when you can chat with a rising political star from a neighboring state, right?
At this point, our plane had landed and we were walking off with our seat mates, who had now joined up with Asa Hutchinson, the Governor of Arkansas (also on our flight). Nice people. Small world.
I am sure there is a moral to this story somewhere, but I am still recovering from our incredible, once in a lifetime experience in Cleveland this past week.