Every time I've been asked for my autograph there was a "dotted line" involved...
Actually, not quite true. In the mid-90's I was on location at an airshow doing a job for one of our clients - the client just happened to be Budweiser and the job was repairing some equipment in their "traveling museum." One of the items in their museum was one of Bill Elliot's old stock cars. The guys let me fire it up and while I was sitting in it a couple of (very drunk) guys happened by. They were all excited about meeting "Bill" and insisted on getting their picture taken with me and one of them wanted his shirt autographed. I was trying to explain the situation to them but they were thoroughly three-sheets to the wind and the guys that run the museum just whispered, "go ahead, it's the only way to get rid of them."
To this day I wonder if there aren't a couple of rednecks somewhere with my picture framed over their mantle, right next to the autographed shirt and the best deer antlers... If so, I'm thinking that their friends must all think, "Gee Bill really let himself go..." I also hope I spelled Elliot right...