He sneezed on me

I grew up in Park City, Utah - home of the Sundance film festival. During the year the Black Snake Moan premiered I worked as a buss boy for a restaurant that had a private lunch for the cast and crew. After taking away his salad plate, Samuel L. Jackson sneezed on my arm, leaving a good chunk of phlegm on my sleeve. I pretended it didn't happen because I've heard he is a bad motherfucker.