So a while ago I stood in line for around two and a half hours to meet Bret "The Hitman" Hart!



So any way, In the front of me was a young couple with the girls brother (who had the most anoying laugh ever, think of Goofy and Krusty the Clown on helium) and behind me was three obviously old fans who also had anoying laughs and they were like his fans they had tops, action figures, you name it, they had it.

So anyway, after a half hour, Bret finally got there.
The guy in front of me made a (horrible) joke and the kid in front of me began laughing like there was no tommorow, oh well, I didnt mind as I was imagining Hart slapping the Sharpshooter on to him.

After another while I was nearly there and tired , thirsty and hungry (I skipped breakfast to get there and drank all my Coke)

When I got there, I tripped not a proper fall, but more of a stumble right in front of the legendary Bret Hart

So I got his autograph, got a picture took with him, shook his hand and tripped in front of him :embaressed:

rock on devientart