My ST “Fandom in the Wild” claim to fame was that I met Siddig on a flight once. He was sitting right behind me and I never new. After we landed, and everyone gets up and opens the overhead compartment to grab their stuff, I get clobbered in the head with somethings that fell out; one of the articles bounced off my head and landed on the floor, the other came to rest on my head after a decent thump. It was by all accounts a good clobbering.

I am never a happy flyer at the best of times. My face must have worn a pretty grumpy expression and a bombastic stink eye because as I looked up with an article still resting on my head to confront my unwitting assailant I see Siddig apologizing profusely.

My face went from grumpy> confusion> recognition> delight. I said “Oh, it’s you.” And made a hand wave gesture to say “think nothing of it”. Then grabbed the article, gently hit myself in the head with it while wearing a big smile, handed it back to him and said “For you? Anything.” I could see the relief on his face as he went from concerned apologetics to relief that all was well. Then quietly grabbed my bag and left.