kinda cool....brushes with greatness
My claim to fame was nearly meeting Faith Hill. Many years ago I was in Lafayette, LA, for a corporate meeting with the wife. We'd gone to a party which featured approximately 200 drunken Cajuns hitting the dance floor, or, the concrete of the car port. We went back to the Hilton and were waiting for the elevator when I heard a metallic scraping sound. I looked over and saw a bus crawling up the lip of the drive into the parking lot, dragging its underside. Long wait for the elevator, and I'm blitzed. A guy comes up to me and politely tells me the elevator I am in front of is broken. I go full Foghorn Leghorn thanking this kind gentleman for telling me the elevator was broken. I sidestep to the right, and just as I do that I hear a ding, the elevator doors open to my left, and I see Faith Hill sweep into the elevator with a kid over her shoulder and a baby blue blanket over it. The nice guy steps in behind her, and the doors close.
I lost my s**t and was walking up to the front desk to complain that Hill's bodyguard didn't think I was good enough to share an elevator with her, but Mrs. Lucas had ahold of me by the belt and was pulling me back.
To this day I dislike Faith Hill.
I lost my s**t and was walking up to the front desk to complain that Hill's bodyguard didn't think I was good enough to share an elevator with her, but Mrs. Lucas had ahold of me by the belt and was pulling me back.
To this day I dislike Faith Hill.