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Originally Posted by Harju
Not mine but I once new a guy who completely lacked shame. At some function he went up to Bobby Hull and addressed him as Mr. Howe saying he was a big fan and proceeded to talk to him and ask questions as if he was Gordie Howe. The guy would do things like that just for the reaction and the story he could tell later.
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Definitely an ####### move, but since ol' Bobby isn't exactly known as a swell guy, it's also awesome.
As for my own story... this one time I was in bar in Invermere and some creepy guy came up to me and said "these two girls (he then pointed at two girls, who were eyeing me coyly) want to know if you'll come back to their cabin and, you know, have sex with them".
I gotta admit it was tempting, but I turned them down. The next day, on sober reflection, I realized that if I had (as I kind of wanted to) taken him/them up on this offer, I would have been murdered and my teeth, eyes, kidneys, and ACLs would have been sold for scrap.
So yeah, my brush with fame is that I avoided being murdered in a small BC tourist town. I would have been famous!