So, in 2012, my son and I go to Mi Cocina (the original one at Preston and Forest). We walk back to bar area, hop in the only two empty seats at the bar. Right next to us is... Sean Payton and his wife. (I guess they had a house at the time in the Coppell (?) area. My son keeps looking over at Payton, Payton starts to squirm a bit, so eventually I think, "Screw it." Turn to my right and say, "Hi Coach. I'm Lid and this is my son Skippy Lid, Jr. He's gonna burst a pipe unless he says hi and can we impose upon you for an autograph." He laughed, was very gracious.
Sat on an airplane once next to Arie Luyendyk, winner of the 1990 Indy 500. A quiet dude.
Took a piss next to Ross Perot once at the Petroleum Club. I did NOT look at him and say, "Nice cock."
On a lesser level, "back in the day," I along with my then scumbag law partner, would go to Sevy's pretty much every Thursday. U.S. District Court Judge Jerry Buchmeyer was there every Thursday. We got to know him and the two people he sat with pretty well. Buchmeyer was a diminutive gentleman, soft spoken. But, he had a penchant for very tall women. The one time I really made him laugh was in 2001, the movie Pearl Harbor came out. We're sitting there, I'm smoking my cigar (yes, you could smoke cigars at the bar back then), looked at everyone and said, "You know, I am not THAT guy who gives away how movies end but in the case of Pearl Harbor, I'm going to. They all look at me like, "sumbitch, you better not!" So, I said ... "The Japanese lose." Buchmeyer looks at me for just a second and busts out laughing. Very smart man.