Originally Posted by
tarheelnj
Any time you look at a digital clock and the time is 7:38, 7:39, 3:19, 3:20, 7:52, etc., and all you can think about is which seat you would pick on that aircraft.
Heck, I’ve trekked an extra 500 yards in a parking lot when I discovered a spot numbered 752. I walked back to the car when I realized there might be a 789–there wasn’t, so I had to settle for 752. 753 was up against a ditch: I just couldn’t park there. The benefit of have FF syndrome is that the car was so far from the hotel, nobody else was parked nearby, so I had no problem finding it. When I was leaving, I noticed someone parked in 744, another lonely spot. I felt validated.