The Friendliest Pilot

Since the two posts under this are about our life that is continuing simultaneously in Toronto, I thought I would include this little anecdote about my flight out East. I was sitting in the waiting area before boarding my Toronto flight on Friday night. A man came up to me and sat down beside me wearing an air canada uniform. He said, "Are you on my flight to Toronto"? Yes - he was the pilot. He continued to initiate a long chatting conversation about Regina, the weather, the fact that he pushes buttons for a living. It was awesome and sort of helped with my fear of flying (I figured the Saskatchewan friendliness either hit him as soon as he walked off the plane or he was drunk).