Last night, John Mayer was on our flight to LA. My wife is exceptional at picking out famous people in public. The only guy I've ever recognized is Martin Landau. She pointed John Mayer out immediately. Apparently, he flies American Airlines at lot from LAX to JFK because he immediately said to the woman behind the counter, "I owe you tickets."

Strangely enough, other than the fact that we're both white males, John Mayer and I have something in common that I wouldn't have guessed in a million years. We both have dogs that are half-Yorkie. That's right, US Weekly. I just scooped your ass.

I think my wife's hands were quivering in the presence of such boyish good looks. And John Mayer's pretty good looking too (ba-zing). In any event, the picture is blurry and dark, but here it is.

Labels: air travel, John Mayer, Los Angeles