Peyton Manning walked into the bar I was at and took a seat on the stool right next to me. I must admit I was a little bit nervous having a famous athlete sitting so close.
Minding my own business and trying not to act like a gushing fan, all of a sudden Peyton leans over my shoulder and grabs one of the coins I had sitting next to my drink. Thinking nothing of it, Peyton gets off his stool and heads for the door, nonchalantly depositing the coin into his pocket.
"Hey you!" I shouted. "I want my quarter back!"