Stuck in SFO for what seemed an eternity. Found a secluded corner in the terminal and used the stacked chairs to create a cul de sac ....privacy. Spent 10hrs, day b4 in Chico and was not feeling chatty. Never seen flights so packed. Come back from the loo and find my homestead occupied by an old man in a nice suit leaning on a horse head cane and some yabo cross legged on the carpet w/a set of drumsticks playing away. The old man was K D..
