I ran into Marco Rubio in the Jacksonville airport in March of 2011.
He was walking through the terminal alone. My stand up comedy friend, Jimmy Labriola (Home Improvement) and I were returning home from a tea party we had spoken at the night before, where I had exchanged a photo for a button. Of all the buttons I could choose from, I chose the one that said, “Marco Rubio, 2012.”
Rubio walked past me. I did a double take. I paused and then, turned around, ran up and tapped him on the shoulder, “Are you Marco Rubio?!”