Comfy seats, a not-half-bad airline meal, and (after showing my ID) a couple scotch and sodas. In-flight movie, blanket and pillow, cool air conditioning, and thankfully, no screaming children or hacking coughs anywhere within proximity to my seat.I knew my "gardener" would find me somewhere around baggage claim, and when I went downstairs to the carousel area to wait for my suitcase, I gave the area a sweep, but spotted no one who matched, well, the description I would give if I were looking for someone just like me. After a few moments the carousel started up, and eventually I spotted my suitcase. Taking it from the carousel, I turned around, and almost walked straight into myself.At least, that's how he appeared. The "gardener" was my height, just about my build and weight, his hair the same glossy black and of similar length and style, the same blue eyes, the same fair, slightly freckled complexion. It was absolutely uncanny. I judged him a few years older, but beyond that, he could have been my older brother, it was such a similarity."You all set?" he asked.I nodded.
