Yesterday I was flying from Denver to San Francisco, seated in seat 2H on a domestic 767. The flight started normal in every way. During the taxi out, I overheard the two people behind me talking. The guy didn’t say what he did, while the lady was explaining she worked for the CIA. The guy was saying how much he liked United’s Premium Service between New York and Los Angeles and San Francisco, and talked about how much he liked flying United in general. I never actually turned around to see who it was, until we pushed back
The flight attendants were doing their safety checks as we pushed back, and said “sorry sir, you’re going to have to turn off your phone. I love your shows, by the way, you’re brilliant!” While I’ve never actually seen his show, Guy is a pretty recognizable character.
I was really impressed by how down to earth and nice he seemed. I couldn’t help but laugh when the flight attendant took his meal order and butchered his name. He quickly said “just call me Guy.” She asked whether he wanted a chicken salad or ham sandwich, saying she wanted to get his thoughts on her food. Hah, no you don’t, lady!
He ordered the ham sandwich, at which point the purser said “so are you going to fall asleep again and miss my meal like you did last week?” If she flew with him last week, I’ve gotta wonder how she mispronounced his name again!
He was asleep for the entire flight, and woke up during the descent. Once he woke up the crew asked him for his authograph. I don’t know how they did it, but they seemed to have five boarding passes with his seat assignment and name on it that I guess the gate agent printed, and asked for him to sign each of them. They then asked if he could stick around after the flight to take a picture (which is pushing it a bit, in my opinion), though he happily agreed.
Class act! Wish I would have reserved a seat one row back.