1992 or so. This one is secondhand because I was too young to be there. My dad was an associate at Milbank in DC at the time. He and my mom were out to dinner one night.
Former FBI Director and then-Milbank-partner William Webster walks into the restaurant. My dad recognizes him. Webster obviously has no idea who my dad is.
It was a nice place but tight quarters, so the tables were close together. Webster is making his way between tables and ends up squeezing behind my dad.
As he’s sidestepping past, he trips over a wine bucket and spills the entire thing full of ice and water down my dad’s back.
Doesn’t say anything. Just keeps walking.
My parents kept eating like nothing happened.