Isn't life ironic

I was in Denver on a 2 hour sit with nothing to do between flights. Not my favorite part of my job. Well I get home and get talking to Brent that night. Turns out he flew into Denver that morning for a meeting in Boulder. Well he landed at 9 and I was sitting there from 8 to 10. Wish I knew he had been there. Would have given me something to do. So close and yet so far away.