Reason 204

Airport pick up. My father was a bit of a vagabond growing up, moving around between Mexico and the great Pacific Northwest, and in the past fifteen years or so my mother has travelled extensively for her job, so I guess wanting to escape my condo every few months is connected to both nature and nurture for me. Unlike my brother (not sure where my parents went wrong with him), I love to fly, and after four or five months I start to get a little antsy if I haven't sat in a cramped, upholstered seat while enduring banal conversation with the stranger next to me at an altitude of 30,000 feet (I'm totally guessing on the height - cut me some slack). I also don't mind airports, despite several horrible experiences in them, including having two glass bottles of Mexican orange pop explode in my carry-on while surviving my first solo layover as a teenager and, at the naive age of nine, making a joke to the security guy about my dad having a gun in his suitcase (thank goodness this was before 9/11). Since I spend a relatively significant amount of time at airports I understand just how wonderful it is to have a loved one pick you up from baggage claim, instead of taking your chances with a shuttle bus or dropping a bunch of cash on a taxi. As your friend, Jason, I will always pick you up from Sea-Tac when you fly north for a visit. Ok, maybe not always because I have job responsibilities and whatnot, but if I can't fetch you and your bags in person I will definitely send a trustworthy family member in my stead. I would hate for your first glimpse of Seattle to be through tinted limo windows when it could be through bird-poop streaked ones while enjoying my sparkling conversation and some sweet tunes. I may even throw together an eye-catching sign with your name on it to hold up outside the terminal. Your welcome wagon has arrived, Mr. Segel - hop on in.