One more airport story:
I stopped at a food court in the Dallas-Ft. Worth (DFW) Airport where I planned to grab a sandwich and try to figure out how to connect to the Wi-Fi. As I entered, I spotted an Army captain sitting alone working at his computer. I sat down across from him and told him that I was an Army employee on Okinawa and asked where he was stationed. He said, "We are from D.C."
That should have been my first clue.
I asked him about connecting to Wi-Fi. He was using an air-card, but very courteously pulled my computer across to him and tried to help me - unsuccessfully as it turned out. As he was working, another man in uniform walked up and sat down next to me. He actually brought the captain's food to him. After a minute or two of ignoring the newcomer, I glanced up to get a look at him.
"Oh, hell." I stammered. "I'm sorry I bothered you captain. I had no idea you were a general's aide!"
The man wearing the star looked me and grinned. "Aw, that's alright. We're a dime a dozen."
Not in my world you aren't - sir!