We rode up in the elevator with two plenty colorful characters, this man, koi shirt guy being one of them and the other one called himself Hoover. They ordered drinks and then koi fish guy proceeded to hassle Hoover, saying how he was not being American enough even after all these years. Then he left. It was all no doubt a drill they had gone through several dozen times before.
Hoover was much older and at the first opportunity came to our table to tell us a long meandering story about pre-WW II (back-in-the-day?) when he was a steward flying a trans-pacific route. There was some most obscure tie in to some previously mentioned word – not a topic mind you, just a word – that kicked off this story. Then he wanted to buy us drinks.