Someone's story below has just reminded me
I was out in Swansea with a mate of mine, on an almighty I-just-broke-up-with-my-girlfriend drinkathon.

I was completely skint, and in a bad way, so he was footing the bill for the entire weekend (Dave, you're a legend).

We were on about the 6th Stella of the evening and he has to start paying by card. This was before chip and pin came into force, so he was obliged to sign for the payment. As he did so, the vacuous bint behind the bar pointed out that he hadn't signed the back of the card and would he like to do so now.

This caused Dave to lunch into a drunken diatribe regarding how ridiculous it would be for him to sign that card so she could check it against the signature he had just signed on the till slip.

He proceeded to drunkenly spill the rest of the contents of his wallet across the bar in an effort to find another card with his signature on it so she could witness that it was in fact the correct one, all the while berating her for her poor practices.

It was a good point though.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:03, 7 replies)

HAHA!
I used to get this, too, but when I pointed it out, we would just laughed about it, and I didn't ask them to sign the card.
As a side note, I did this once to a chap that came in, no signature on back of card...turn it over, the name is Dan Akroyd.
I look up, as he has now spotted my dawning recognition, he says to me "How are ya?" I just smiled and said "Happy to meet you, sir."
Didn't ask him to sign the back of his card.
(w4I4q1O1 was hard at work on, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:26, closed)

the Dan Ackroyd?
sweet
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:30, closed)

I want to meet Dan Akroyd!
How fucking cool.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:48, closed)

I met weebl in a pub
Does that count?
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:55, closed)

^Oh, I should think so!
*goes off to watch Cat Face*
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:16, closed)

and I quote
"I have met someone famous, once, but I didn't realise it until my wife said 'Oh, wow, that was Woody Allen!' I didn't notice."

Obviously Dan Ackroyd isn't famous enough? tsk tsk!
(Halfy By light alone, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:26, closed)

Dan Akcroyd was my neighbour.
Sort of.
He lives in a village just north of my hometown, so sightings were common.
But let me tell you about the time I met my personal Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, and allowed him into my heart...
Actually, I let him into my garage to collect old copies of Newsweek, but that's another story.
(w4I4q1O1 was hard at work on, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 15:54, closed)