My sister's best friend's husband is a police officer who once caught David Letterman speeding in New Canaan, Connecticut. Anyway, they met up once again at a local gas station during a thunderstorm and David Letterman agrees to sign his autograph if he be willing to pump the gas into his tank, even if it meant getting soaking wet standing out there in the rain. We had an "interpreter issue" on the Late Night set at NBC before ADA was enacted, and their producer offer us to sit in the guest room with, of all people, Richard Simmons. Yes, Richard send me a letter encouraging me to lose some weight.
Thanks, Dave, I can now hit the sack earlier!