Twenty-eight years ago, Bryan Cranston and his wife were on their honeymoon in Europe when they were caught having sex in public. It was a huge miscommunication, you see.
The couple had loaded their convertible onto an open-air train car from Switzerland to Italy while they rode in the front seat, like a ferry. The travel agent told them they'd be inside a tunnel in pitch black for 50 minutes, and that a lot of honeymooners liked to take advantage of this time in the dark.
Turns out those 50 minutes of pitch black were much shorter than advertised, speeding Cranston and his wife back into broad daylight, Cranston in her seat mid-sex.
OK, so probably not a miscommunication. Sounds more like a joke played on two dumb American tourists. But he got a hell of a story out of it, which he told to Conan O'Brien in the way only Cranston can do—i.e. lots of explicit details and enthusiastic playacting. His memoir has a few of these stories, including the time he lost his virginity to a prostitute in Austria.
His only advice after the ordeal? "Before transferring from one seat to another and crossing over the panel with the stick shift, make sure you keep your trousers on," he said. Ouch. That's an expert-level sex position.
