My Brush With An Actor I Didn't Trust: Have You Had One, Too?

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At one time in my life I used to spend a lot of time in an Irish pub, drinking, telling stories, and hanging out with a bartender friend of mine. There were lots of people who came around on Saturday nights just on a chance, to have a drink while passing through. The pub was on the road to The Hamptons, where lots of actors and directors spend their summers. On one particularly dark and rainy Saturday night when I was bored out of my skull, I attempted to get the bartender's attention - I really needed my first drink, and the bar was filled to the rafters. It was easy to fill the little pub - just enough people to take all the seats and a few on the side made it impossible to get anywhere near the bar. After excusing myself, I leaned in towards the bar between two people who didn't really seem to be together. One was a washed-out looking female burnout, and the other a man dressed all in black, sporting a black cowboy hat. For the life of me, I couldn't get the bartender's attention. Suddenly the man in black tipped his hat towards me, and said in the most growling low voice that I have ever heard, "Have a drink with me." It wasn't a question, it was more of a command. I leaned forward to see his face, and what I saw scared me. He was pointy chinned, sallow cheeked, with stringy long hair, a mouth full of teeth that were fully capped, and they gleamed as white as a wolf's. I said, "Do I know you?" He laughed, and once again- it sounded more like a growl. "You should know me, I'm famous. I'll be so well known in a few months that you'll WISH you had taken me up on my offer..." I gulped. What the heck was this guy talking about? It didn't matter to me. I instinctively knew that he was not a person that I wanted to be around. "No thanks," I squeaked. He tipped his hat high enough for me to see his eyes and said, "Your loss." At that point I ran to the corner of the bar and didn't look at him for the rest of the night. What a creepy person! Two months down the road everyone who I knew was going to see "The Crow" (the last Brandon Lee movie) and I was happy enough to see it until...the bad guys appeared on screen. At first it didn't click, but then, I gawped in front of the viewing audience and hysterically whispered to my boyfriend, "THAT'S HIM! THE EVIL COWBOY AT THE BAR!" And it was truly an actor by the name of Michael Wincott. He's played all sorts of bad guys, From "Top Dollar" in "The Crow" to "Sir Guy of Gisborn" in "Robinhood, Prince of Thieves", to "Frank" (the captain of the smuggler ship) in "Alien Resurrection". He was right - he'd become famous for playing bad guys for a short time. Nowadays he's doing voice-overs for video games. I'm just glad I didn't take that drink. He didn't seem like a stand-up guy to me, and I know he would have been big, big trouble. Scary. So have you had a run-in with a famous person? Go ahead an tell us! Was it good, or bad, and how did that affect you?