This is definitely a new experience, even if it wasn't something I actively sought out to do. And I don't have a picture of it, for several reasons*. But after my plane (finally, after a six hour flight preceded by four hours of captive delays) landed in San Diego around 1 a.m., I had a chauffer holding a sign with my name on it waiting for me. I had told my parents before the plane took off (for reals, after about 672 fake-outs) that if it was going to be really late, I would just take a cab home; they had to be up early the next day. Instead, when I landed, I got a text from my dad saying he'd sent the local car service. So though I didn't get a warm hug like I usually do when I land here, I did get a ride home in a sweet black SUV with tinted windows, tv monitors and bottled water. I did not get to keep the sign with my name on it.
*it would have been weird, I didn't have enough time, and the guy had a big scar on his face and I wouldn't have wanted him to think that my taking a picture of him was also me being all, "LOOK AT THIS GUY'S SCAR." Especially because I didn't notice it right away.