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As I landed at LAX today and got off the plane, I was forced to bob and weave between several security guards. It seems that there was quite a bit of fanfare for the inaugural Virgin America flight from LA to NY. Caught up in the celebratory atmosphere, I grabbed a free cookie and soaked up the excitement. Then, to my surprise and nestled in between several security guards, I saw the Big Cheese himself, Richard Branson. Being only a couple feet away from him, I fumbled for my iPhone like a thirteen year old teenager. Then, out of the blue, I was interrupted by the man himself, "Hey! Is that an iPhone?" "Yes!" I replied. "How do you like it?" "It's great!" I responded. Trying to extend the conversation, I awkwardly followed up with a compliment on his persistence in opening the US aviation market to competition. This was obviously "not so smooth," as he smirked, took one more jealous glance at the phone and then moved on in preparation for the flight.

I got you figured out Richard; today it's our airlines, tomorrow our airwaves. He totally wants to be an American.... (and yes, I did manage to snap a quick (blurry) pic).

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