Yesterday, as flight to Boston is about to land, friendly steward comes to me and asks, "Are you the UM?" Seeing my blank look he explains, "Unaccompanied Minor". Bloody hell.
And this other time, I'm reading HP 6 (it had released the previous day, see) on a flight from Delhi to Madras when moronic air hostess comes to me and tries to give me a- I kid you not- jetkids goody bag. With an indulgent smile on her face.
Why do these things happen to me?