Same flight Heathrow-LAX. We just happened to sit down next to each other waiting for the gate to open (we were both very early), started bullshitting, etc. For those that haven't been to LHR, the gates are literally rooms with doors...not like gates at DFW that are part of the larger terminal. When the gate isn't open, you cannot even get in the room.
He introduced himself as "Steve". After a bit, I said "Hey Steve, you've looked familiar since we met, and I just realized who you are". He replied "yeah, there are a lot of Seinfeld fans around, even here in London".
His wife is a flight attendant at AA, and she was working the flight. He ended up not taking the flight because business class was full (with 1% mofos like me) so he said he'd wait and take the first flight the following morning which had a ton of room up front. He had to wait until the flight was fully boarded to get them to move him back to the next day so we shot the shit for quite a while.
I didn't go starfucker on him...just shot the shit. He asked more about me than I did about him.
He does standup now, but almost exclusively corporate gigs. He lives up near Reno.
Here's how nice he was: he called his wife (from the gate) after I boarded to tell her that "Gil" is in Business Class and is from San Diego. His wife came to me and introduced herself, and gave me a gift card to an Italian joint in SD. She said that they are big golfers, won it in a golf tourney (as part of a gift basket) and never get to SD, and she had carried the thing in her purse for months.
So, yeah, Bania is buying ME a meal.
True story, every word