Interesting, indeed!

Reminds me of a situation many years ago as well:

I was monitoring a deposition for my attorney-boss in a swanky, five-star, downtown Chicago hotel. When we broke for lunch, I got on the elevator. Only three people were in it: a middle-aged Hispanic couple...and Michael Jordan.

I looked at him, and he looked at me. I looked down at the Hispanics and they were practically swooning as they stared up at the man.

"Hey, howya doing, Mike...er...Mr. Jordan?" I said.

"I'm great...How 'bout you?" he replied. He then kinda rolled his eyes and glanced downward at his adoring fans. When they heard him speak, they began actually sweating and hyperventilating. They were holding on to each other in a semi-bear hug. For a second, I thought they were gonna faint.

I wanted badly to ask for an autograph but didn't because I didn't want to seem to him to be like my starstruck fellow elevator passengers.

Thanks for reading/responding.