In 1991, I was mentoring our Arizona medical sales representative, Chad Lecki, a transplant to the Valley of the Sun from rural Indiana.
We had travelled to Scottsdale to make calls at the Mayo Clinic location there.
The temperature was well over 100 degrees when we pulled into the Clinic’s parking garage.
Walking toward the elevator we noticed a woman bent over the trunk of her luxury car. She looked up and smiled and we instantly knew she was Farrah Fawcett!
(Millennials, Goggle ‘Farrah Fawcett poster’ to see why we recognized her). Farrah was a model and a star in the then popular television series “Charlie’s Angels.”
She was one of the most famous faces in America at the time.
Chad stopped his stride, looking dumbstruck. He recovered to ask “May I help you, Miss Fawcett?” She sheepishly replied, “I have a flat tire, but I already called Triple A.” Chad pleaded, “Please, please let me change it for you! It will be a story to tell my friends and grandchildren.” (I guess he forgot he was in his mid-forties and childless).
“Well ok, she acquiesced, if it means that much to you.” Chad removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
Twenty minutes later the tire was changed and Chad’s white shirt was slathered with grease stains. Farrah thanked him and offered to pay him for a new shirt. He quickly responded, “That’s not necessary, but would you sign the back?”
I haven’t seen Chad in 35 years, but I picture him retired, sitting in his recliner smiling at that autographed shirt stretched, framed and hanging on his living room wall.