One time I saw Gary Trent (Senior) in the Portland airport. I have never, and have never since, asked someone for their autograph. But I did. Dude was a total jerk (and believe me when I say I was being polite. I was.). He didn't even look up or even acknowledge me, just sort of scribbled his signature, then mic-dropped the pen. It was crazy weird. I picked up the pen and thanked him and moved on and marked him off my probably-a-nice-guy list (Apparently he is now a great guy that helps kids and stuff. Good for him.). It was no big deal. Chapter closed.
A year or two later I am walking around in NW Portland and a SUV with speakers facing out the back and loud af rolls up beside me. Window lowers. And if it isn't Gary Trent (Senior) behind the wheel. He asks me directions to a building that was looming just feet behind me. In that moment, I marked myself off the probably-a-nice-guy list and directed him to what is now the Pearl District and went about my day.