A Random, Dated Little Tale

I was sitting in LAX, having just missed my flight and not yet been told by the airline that I had a seat on the next, so it was safe to say that I was sinking into a state of abject misery. I'd forced myself to eat, but my stomach was not cooperating, so a chunk of quarter-pounder sat in front of me on the grimy airport table. I was considering forcing it down, sipping my watery Coke, when a tallish skinny guy with blonde hair sticking out from under a baseball hat, hefting a couple of suitcases, walked past my table.

I didn't look up. There were people everywhere, trying to sleep or dragging suitcases on endless circuits. Just as he was nearly past me, the guy drawled in a Southern accent, 'I've got the strangest feeling I know you.'

I turned around, surprised, and blurted 'Really?'

'Yeah,' he said, not stopping. He hadn't made eye-contact. I saw him once more that day, although he turned when he saw me and went the other way.