phik

On my way home, in my usual stopover in Denver, I ran into Henry Winkler in the United lounge. He was confused–not unreasonably–by the signs that read “Restrooms, Other Side”; he took them to mean “other side of this wall” instead of “other side of the lounge” and kept walking around this little partitioned area.

I was sitting just a few feet away, and how likely was I to get another chance to meet the Fonz? So I figured I’d be helpful, and walked up, did the Fonz double-thumbs-up thing, and said “Aaaaaaay, the restrooms are over there.”

He seemed a little confused, or perhaps more likely tired of being addressed in the manner of Fonzie for the last 30 years. He thanked me politely and found the restrooms on the other side of the lounge.

I boarded my flight a little bit later, flew uneventfully home, and wrote this up. While looking for an appropriate URL for Henry Winkler, I found nothing but horribly out-of-date press photos. I mean, they sure didn’t look much like Henry Winkler.

As it turns out, Henry hadn’t aged quite as I’d imagined.

It was Richard Belzer.