This is mostly for the oldsters around here:
So I'm doing some work on a construction site in the mid 90s and there's this cocky loudmouth (seems like he was from New York or Philly or something, don't remember) holding court with his bs stories that the other guys seemed to be falling for completely. Didn't understand that, as he was easy to peg as the full'o'crap guy from the moment I walked onto the jobsite. But I had no inclination to call him out; it was much more entertaining to see where it would go.
Anyway, he gets to his tallest tale, asking if anyone remembered the plane that crashed into the Potomac in DC in the early 80s, and when the helicopter was trying to pull a drowning lady out of the freezing water and she kept falling off the lifeline, some random bystander dove in and swam out and rescued her. Of course we all did at that time, it had been a big news story. "Well that was me!" he said.
I remember thinking, you mean Lenny Skutnik? Lenny was a big deal when it happened. Reagan sat him next to Nancy at the State of the Union address, which started that whole practice of putting heroes in the audience for those things. This loudmouth jackass not only looked nothing like him, he wasn't named Lenny Skutnik. I remember thinking, that's some solid dumbassery to claim the fame of someone we all saw on TV in heavy coverage.
But the reaction he got was entirely, "Really? That was you?? Wow! What was it like?" They were in the presence of a bona fide hero, damnedest thing. There was this one older guy that I remember exchanging amused knowing glances with, but neither of us were about to out this guy, it was too good.
Anyway, like most of my stories, this one's anticlimactic. That's it, nothing else happened. It was just a simple lesson in how audacity can trump reason.
The End.