Essentially, I had floor seats to an event--and got inadvertently spit on by the greatest wrestling legend of all time. (That's subjective, but still....)
My friends joked with me, saying things like, "I bet you're never gonna wash your face now." Well, I thought they were joking, but they were kind of serious.
Don't get me wrong: Triple H is awesome, and I've always loved watching him perform. That doesn't change the fact that I was covered in an even spray of wrestler spit.