On Monday I was in Ohio for work. Cincinnati to be exact. It was a great morning – I taught a group of communication executives how to use Twitter and delivered facts about the micro-blogging movement. After the meetings, I headed to the airport. I had a cold and all I wanted to do was fly back to Reagan Airport in D.C. and hail a cab to get home.
I boarded the airplane and got comfortable in seat 5B Window. Right before we took off, I heard a voice come through over a cell phone that asked, “Senator?”
“Senator….” I thought to myself. “Senator?” Five months after the Big Three Auto execs took private jets to Washington, there was a Senator sitting behind me – scrunched in between a wall and a random dude. You can’t make this stuff up, I thought to myself.
I thought. First things first, process of elimination. He is clearly from Ohio. Recess is almost over so it made sense he would be flying back. I got out my iPhone and did a quick search – but not quick enough. We took off.
Once we touched down, I stole a quick look and confirmed what my phone pulled up. Senator George Voinovich (R-OH), a long time public servant and a guy flying Coach in the center of his constituents. It was too cool to be true.