It was ruined for me when someone suggested Tony Siragusa was not hot.
That man was freaking adorable!
With that, its story time!
It was circa 1995. I was in the DMV office in downtown Fort Lauderdale waiting to get my license renewed. The place was crowded and, after taking a number, I sat in the dingy waiting room with the cast of the Star Wars: A New Hope cantina scene, waiting for my turn.
After about a half-hour, a large man enters and takes a number. He is visibly frustrated and, in a loud voice conveying his extreme impatience, he declares that he will pay anyone with an upcoming number to trade with him. There is no response, so he states, in a louder voice "I'm serious."
At this point, I am within five numbers of ending my wait in bureaucratic purgatory and getting on with my life. Nonetheless, I, somewhat sarcastically, ask what he's offering. The big man confirms my imminent turn, and asks me to name my price. A trade of numbers, by my estimation, would have extended my wait by another half hour, so I jokingly say "fifty bucks," thinking that my premium price would be quickly rejected. Instead, the big guy pulls out his wallet, and hands me a fifty dollar bill. A deal's a deal, so I complete the trade.
After the big guy leaves, another prisoner of the DMV gulag approaches me and asks "do you know who that was?" I confess my ignorance, and he explains "that was Tony Siragusa. He just signed a big contract with the Colts!"
"Damn," I reply. "I should have held out for at least $100!"