In the mid-80's...I was once on a DCA to NYC shuttle and the door closed on the plane... I marvelled that I had one of the only empty seats between me and another passenger. Suddenly I heard very heavy footsteps. Each step rocked the plane and I looked up and I thought..."Oh, God... not here please don't sit here...." There was the biggest man I have ever seen filling the aisle as he walked covered in leather and chains... of course the Gods were not with me and he squeezed in and took the middle seat. I was trapped against the window and gasping for air...the man reeked of alcohol and before we had finished taxing he had fallen alseep....snoring very loudly....it wasn't until the middle of the flight I had the nerve to take a good look at this sleeping giant...it was Hercules Hernandez... the hottest WWF wrestling star of his time.
[This message has been edited by david4455 (edited Feb 16, 2004).]