close encounters of the bro-kind

so as my flight touched down in san francisco, the gelled-up aging bro (o.b.? original broseph?) seated in front of me whipped out his bbry to let his brah know he was in "FRISCOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

thankfully, it turns out it was just a stopover for the o.b. and he was continuing on to palm springs. obvs.