ChesHatter: One day, I was walking in Switzerland when I saw a guy berating a dachshund for walking too slow. I was about to walk over to the man and chastise him when Mr. Pitt appeared, approached the guy, gave him a nonchalant yet disapproving glance from about a nose's length away from his face, took the dog's leash from his hand and casually strolled away, matching the pace of the dog and lavishing it with happy "puppy talk". The dog's owner and I just stood there, awestruck.
A couple years back I was driving home from a 2-day trip to a customer, and heard the dreaded whump-whump-whump of a flat tire. Pulled over and cursed my luck since the back end was filled with tools and parts, and they'd all have to come out to access the spare tire and tools. And it was about 89 degrees and drizzling. Nothing you can do but get to it, right?
So I got the jack under there with slight tension and loosened three of the nuts but the last two were stuck. I even tried jumping up and down on the lug wrench but they weren't budging. Started cussing up a storm when Brad Pitt pulls up in is deee-luxe motor coach, on some cross-country family trip with Angie and their 15, no, 18 kids.
Cool as can be, he takes off his shirt, flexes a couple times, and popped both lug nuts loose with a stern glance. Before I could tell him "Gee, thanks, mister!", he and the brood were back on their way to see the World's 2nd Largest Ball of Twine.
Fucker coulda helped me put the stuff back in the car...