Duece Biggelow was on my plane!

Last month, I flew connecting through Mexico City (DF) into LA for a long weekend to visit my cousin, who is going to school out in California. Now I'm pretty sure it's a common occurrence for celebrity sightings to happen on flights into LA, being that most actors live in or around LA for easy access to Hollywood, but I don't see celebrities on an everyday basis, so this sighting was pretty exciting for me. I was boarding the plane for the connection leaving DF, minding my own business, and when I found my seat and turned around to put my backpack in the overhead compartment, my eyes naturally scanned the passengers behind me and my brain instantly recognized Rob Schneider walking down the aisle right behind me. The biggest goofiest grin took up residence on my face, so I took my seat quickly so he wouldn't notice. No, I am not wealthy enough to fly first class, so this sighting actually took place in COACH! He ended up sitting in the aisle seat about two rows behind me. And I must confess, I did get up a couple of extra times to "stretch" during that flight just so I could take quick glances at him just to make sure I wasn't imagining it. And NO, I did not ask him for his autograph or say "hi" and drool like some stalker while asking if I could take his photo, I just enjoyed the simple "sighting" aspect of it. It certainly made the trip that much more memorable, especially since I've been a huge Rob Schneider fan ever since the Deuce Biggelow Male Giggelo movies. I was very proud of myself for keeping it to myself...well mostly. I had to tell someone right? I was bursting, so I told the two ladies in the seats next to me. They didn't really know who he was, so it wasn't that big a deal for them, but at least I got to share the experience with someone in the moment. I didn't go blabbing to the rest of the plane at least. I truthfully didn't approach him or say anything to him because I do truely believe everyone's entitled to privacy, and when someone, even a celebrity, is flying home from a trip, they deserve their anonymity just like everyone else. Of course, I was still staring a wee bit when we were going through immigration and customs in LA and I saw that he had to go through the American line and his female companion had to go through the foreigners line, so I think his girlfriend (perhaps?), a very pretty much younger-looking girl, may have been Mexican...hence their presence in Mexico City (that was my guess). I saw that a couple of bozos standing behind him in the line also recognized him and kept trying to figure out a way to talk to him. I just kept thinking "c'mon guys, don't do it!! Leave the poor guy alone." Rob was pretty engrossed in a book though (good for him) and was able to effectively ignore them. His one rather celebrity quirk that I appreciated was that he was wearing sunglasses at night, yup, just like the 80s song. I mean, who needs sunglasses at night let alone on a plane? It screams, "please don't recognize me." As if sun glasses could keep me from recognizing one of my favorite comedians...puh-leeze! Good try though, Rob. Hope he had a nice flight, I know I certainly did.