4. Hey, That's Scott Hall
Monday afternoon, my brother and I were driving down the side streets of the French Quarter, looking for a place to park before we grabbed some lunch. As we rolled through a quiet block, I noticed a large man, dressed in black, walking briskly along the sidewalk. Scott Hall! My brother swerved into a spot along the side of the street and we quickly fed the parking meter. Hall had made his way down a couple of blocks, so we had to hurry. We ran until we were close enough to walk, keeping a safe distance while we figured out what to do (and likely looking like fools the entire time). Finally, we decided to just bother the poor guy. Thankfully, he was a great sport. We congratulated him on his Hall of Fame induction, he complimented my "Macho Man" t-shirt, and we got pictures - after he took a toothpick out of his wallet and popped it in his mouth, of course. It was a cool, chance meeting, and it's nice to know that, in addition to being a founding father of the nWo and a four time Intercontinental Champion, Hall is also a swell, funny guy.