All the talk of airplanes reminded me of an incident I must have blocked out.
About eight years ago my wife and I were flying to Florida, and I saw Wil(?) Wheaton, the kid who played the kid on Star Trek: The Next Generation, at our gate. I was all Oh, there's the kid who plays the kid on Star Trek: The Next Generation.
When we boarded the plane, I found myself looking into the kindly visage of James Doohan, who played Scotty on the original series, seated in the third row of the first-class section. I turned to my wife to say Holy shit, there's two Star Trek cast members on this plane, but I couldn't because Walter Koenig - that's right, TV's Chekhov - was standing up in the first row of the section fiddling with his carry-on bag, basically right next to me as I passed. I bit my tongue and kept going. In the last row of first class was a man reading a newspaper, which he put down just before I passed. George Takei. Sulu.
By the time we got to our seats in steerage, I had figured out that there must have been a Star Trek convention in Miami that weekend, but for about three seconds there I thought I was losing my mind.
( Then I saw William Shatner on the wing and I knew I had. Tee hee hee.)