But it wasn't until a few years later when we finally met and he got to shake my hand. The event was some sort of grand opening for a business or office or something. Another photographer was there covering the event, and I needed to get the keys to his live truck.
Arnold was getting a tour of a room full of cubicles, shaking hands with various suits and dignitaries, with a hoard of cameras walking backwards in front of him. They were doing a loop around the room, so I cut through the cubicles to get ahead of the group. That way, they'd pass by, I could grab the keys from the photographer, and my mission would be complete.
Unfortunately, as the photographer passed by, he didn't hear me calling his name. The hoard of cameras passed, and suddenly Arnold was standing in front of me.
"Good morning! How are you!" he said, offering a hand to shake. Clearly he thought I was one of the well-to-do's at the event. (I know, right?)
After a brief pause, I shook his hand and offered a "Thanks for coming out today!" Nailed it.
"Thank you for having me!" he said, looking me right in the eyes. Then continued on his way.