I flew back into Phoenix airport late Christmas night from doing holiday stuff with the fam in Utah all weekend.
As I'm walking through the baggage claim area, I notice a man walking toward me and I stop dead in my tracks.
I lift a finger, point, and eloquently whisper "holy shit!"
He is about 5 feet away from me, also stops and points. He hears my beautifully worded invitation to friendship and true love, but only responds with "Merry Christmas."
That's right. I saw Rainn Wilson at the Airport. We exchanged words. THERE IS A SANTA.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
p.s. I'm not going to tell you who Rainn Wilson is. If you don't know,1)go google it, 2) look at yourself in the mirror, and 3)say "Shame on you!" in a granny voice until you cry.
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