Adventures in the Land of Highlighted Heads

23 Days before the birth of Christ, Circa 2009 AD
Somewhere over Southern Tennessee a little Cessna is on final approach to Chattanooga airport
The Voice of God: Cessna XXXXX expedite your approach, there's an Allegiant Air MD-83 behind you with a medical emergency onboard. [ref. 1]
Me: Roger that, will expedite approach, XXXXX
So there i was somewhere over southern Tennessee trying to stay behind a military Beech-jet who had decided to take his own sweet time to land ahead of me, which meant i had to fly as slow as possible, i was currently doing 50knots or around 90 kmph, any slower and the little plane would fall out of the sky. And then there was this big jet behind me doing 260 kmph who wanted me to land as soon as possible which meant i had to fly as fast as possible without running into the jet in front of me, but the top speed on my little tin can was only 222 kmph. So there in lay my dilemma slow down and earn the wrath of the jet or speed up and run into the slowpoke in front.
Anyway the voice of god (Air traffic control) comes online and manages to hold off the big bad jet until i get on the ground safely. I exit the runway on to some unmarked taxiway and as soon as i do that the big bad jet goes by whooosh right behind me on the runway.
All this while i had planned to land at Chattanooga and take off right away without a stop and keep going to Gainesville, but my unplanned encounter with the big bad jet on my tail had given rise to an unexpected situation; an unplanned visit to the bathroom to empty my bladder.
So i parked my plane at the FBO (Fixed Base Operator i.e. place we park planes get fuel etc.) at Chattanooga right next to a bigger Cessna Caravan and as i hopped out go take a leak the following conversation ensued.
As i was entering the FBO, a guy seated in there looks up to me. To me the guy looks like a perfect jock bully, big muscly guy with a hint of redneckism about him. He looks at me and asks with the intimidating voice of a bully and a proper southern drawl:
"Hey kid did you just land that little Cessna out there?" [ref. 1]

Me: Ummm Yeah why?
Big Bully looking redneck dude : Haha what a cute plane, mine looks just like yours [then pointing to the Caravan parked outside] but its  BIGGER 


55+ yr old wise pilot with a Morgan Freeman voice hanging around in the background comes over, points to the Caravan and asks the caravan pilot: Son did you just land that big Cessna over there?
Bully caravan pilot: Ummm yes Sir i did
55+ yr old wise pilot with the Morgan Freeman voice: Well son, my Cessna is Bigger and faster than yours (points to his Citation X which currently is the fastest jet in the world and then walks away coolly)