A journalist friend once told me about the time she went to interview Khan, and he happened to keep her waiting quite a while. He apologised profusely and bowled her over soon enough with a few suave lines.
Her interview consisted of a few relatively prickly questions, but Khan stopped her and suggested they go for a drive. She said she still needed to do the interview, and he brushed that technicality aside. He said she could ask him questions in the car, and she, undeterred pro that she was, picked up her notepad and clicked on her seat belt.
It was, as one can only expect from the man who brought racecars to Indian cinema, a sportscar. And he drove at breakneck speed so casually that it completely freaked out our journalist, who just wanted to be back in one piece. The interview happened, but only the way Khan wanted it. Heh.
Toldja, the boss.
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