Reason #546 that I need a camera phone:

Me: Hi, Sue? Ohmygod I am 92% certain I just saw Courtney Love.

Sue: Wait, where are you?

Me: I'm at Dallas Fort Worth on my layover. I'm walking to my gate and I see this woman -- who looks crazy -- making a scene, throwing her arms around, screaming at people, and she's got bleached-blond hair sticking up in a million directions, and... She's got no shoes on. But I couldn't quite see her face, and I was scared she'd beat me up if I got any closer.

Sue: That's gotta be Courtney! What else?

Me: She has a tattoo, on her ankle. Wait! Look it up on the Internet.

Sue: Like what? More detail.

Me: Like, like, a ring of flowers. An anklet.

[idle chatter]

Sue: Ankle tattoo, confirmed.

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Now, if I actually had a camera phone, could I've gotten away with taking a photo before Ms. Love completely kicked my ass? Or if she saw me, would we become best friends, sharing a Wetzel's Pretzel in the food court before our respective departures? One will never know.

Also, if you were wondering: Tiny, not anorexic-skinny though. Long, light denim skirt, white ruffled short-sleeve shirt. Like I said, no shoes.

I'm also very glad Bryan just installed wireless at Sue and Mike's new house.