I think some of you may know this story...
Was flying back to CMH from DFW after spending Thanksgiving with my during my grad school years. Was going back to meet a girl I had met online who I had been exchanging emails with for awhile. When I get to the back of this particular AA MD-80, I'm mostly alone, except for three guys across the aisle. Upon closer inspection, I noticed it was David Carradine and two of his stoner looking friends (they were all wearing Kill Bill jackets). I didn't talk to him because I figured he wanted his privacy.
So the next night, I'm sitting at the Hilton bar at Easton and telling this new girl the story of how I sat across from the Grasshopper on my flight the night before. All the while, someone is playing piano magnificently across the bar. Not long after I finish the story, the piano stops and people start clapping. I look up and, low and behold, it's David Carradine.
So naturally, I get up and walk over the piano and ask "are you following me?" He was confused until I explained that I was on the flight with him. Chatted for a second - nice guy. He was in town for a comic book convention.
Oh - and the girl? Now my wife