The Tom Hanks story reminded me of one my friend told me a few months ago.
James and one of his flame dames were shopping at the Fashion Show mall and everyone started staring at them as they walked down the big hallway thing. James turned around and Samuel L. Jackson was walking behind them.
Of course, that never happens to me.
"Writing is like prostitution. First, you do it for love, then you do it for a few friends, and finally you do it for money." ~ Moliere