So I’m heading to Naples on a business trip and get the first class upgrade. Very cool. Even if it is a bulkhead seat. The flight attendant comes up to me after the plane is in the air, and motions to the guy nodding off next to me.
“Are you traveling together,” she asks.
No. Though I think the question a bit odd.
“His name is Benz and your name is Benz. I thought maybe you were together.”
She doesn’t believe me when I inisist I’m not kidding and I’ve never met the guy next to me.
He wakes to confirm this.
Turns out I’m sitting next to Stephen Benz from Cincinnati. Small world. No relation.