I know, you're all going "great, another story about how hard it is to travel with kids. We've already heard it!" Well, see, you're wrong, because I've pretty much given up travel in order to save my sanity, and so I am reduced to telling stories about my sister. My sister was recently on vacation. She had a fabulous time, and saw Broadway shows that I'm dying to see, but it's fairly difficult seeing as how I've given up travel. Anyway, she apparently didn't get much sleep, and our family does not function well without our sleep. She was in the airport, waiting in line to check her bags and such and use of those nifty self-check-in kiosks. Unfortunately, there was a gentleman in front of her who was not moving. There were two open kiosks, and he wasn't going near them, causing a huge back up in the line behind him. My sister was less than pleased. "Hey, there are two open kiosks! Can we move on, please?" People started ducking under the lines to use the kiosks, and there was general confusion and mayhem, as is typical of an airport. When my sister and her husband got to where the gentleman was, they asked if he was going to use one of the kiosks. He responded in heavily accented English. "No, I do not use computers. My secretary uses...I just get confused - computers not good for me." "Well, do you mind if we go ahead?" "No, of course, you go. " (gestures to the machines) When the airline attendant came by to check their bags, my sister gestured to this gentleman. "No, he is before us." (I think she mostly wanted to get him out of the line so that order, or what passes for it, would again reign in the airport). But she wants to emphasize that she was nice to him once she got up to him. So the airline attendant helped him, and got him checked in - he didn't have a bag or anything - just needed a boarding pass, not really a reason to stand in the huge line, but hey, if you're not familiar with the kiosks, or don't travel all that much, then the line is a good option. The airline attendant then came up to check my sister's bags. "Do you know who that was?" "No." "That was Placido Domingo!" My husband thinks that it was a joke the airline attendant was playing - that she just tells people randomly that men that speak with accents are famous tenors. Maybe Pavarotti will come through her line later in the day. As for me, I choose to believe that it was Placido Domingo. My sister says nobody would have recognized him, because he wasn't in a tux in a spotlight, and he was shorter than you would think. Ah, brushes with greatness..