Sometime last year I flew from Florida to Los Angeles.
If I remember right, the flight was a non-stop flight from Fort Lauderdale to Los Angeles.
About forty minutes before the flight was about to land, I got out of my seat and walked towards the restrooms in the back of the airplane.
Three people were standing and talking in front of the restrooms.
Two of them looked like stewardesses or flight attendants.
The third person was a tall man.
I walked up to them and pointed to the restroom and they allowed me to get into the restroom.
When I got out of the restroom, the three were still standing and talking.
I realized that the tall man looked like former basketball star Mr.
Dennis Rodman.
I just looked at him and said something like "Are you Dennis Rodman?" or something along those lines.
I was not trying to initiate a conversation with Rodman, but was just trying to confirm that it was indeed the famous basketball player that was standing in front of me.
He responded by saying "Don't worry about that," or something similar.
I was not particularly excited or thrilled to see Mr.
Rodman.
I have watched him on TV playing professional basketball and knew he was a good rebounder.
I am also not one of his fans.
I was just curious and wanted to make sure if it was indeed Mr.
Rodman who was standing near the restrooms at the back of the airplane.
After he said "Don't worry about that," I just walked back to my seat and waited for the plane to land.
Within a couple of minutes I had forgotten that Mr.
Rodman was on the same flight that I was in and started thinking about other, more important things.
The plane soon landed at the Los Angeles International Airport.
I heard the announcement welcoming passengers to Los Angeles and thanking all passengers for choosing the particular airline whose flight I was on.
The plane taxied for a few minutes and when it reached the gate, the pilot turned the seat belt sign off.
It took a few more minutes of waiting before the aircraft doors were opened and passengers started collecting their bags from the overhead bins and started walking towards the doors at the front of the airplane.
When I walked out of the airplane door, I followed the signs and started heading towards the airport exit.
I had walked but a few yards, when I saw Mr.
Rodman standing, perhaps waiting for someone to get off the airplane.
As I passed Mr.
Rodman, I could not resist saying "You can tell your friends that you flew on a plane with me," or something very close to it.
Mr.
Rodman looked at me, and with a little bit of a smile on his face, said "That's good, that's good.
" This is what I recall from my brush with fame or was it a brush with notoriety?