My wife has been a flight attendant for a long time, and she’s encountered the famous, near-famous, and infamous over the years. They’re usually sitting in first class, and when they’re not (“Do you know who I am?”), they’re trying to convince her they should be.
She has a strict personal policy of not making idle chatter with them unless they strike up the conversation. (Not talking to them seems to make them want to talk. See: “Do you know who I am?”)
She returned from her last trip (JFK-LAX-JFK), saying nice things about “this British actor I never heard of.” She only remembered his name was Bill, and described him.
“Yeah, I think that was it.”
“You’ve seen him.”
“‘Love Actually.’ He played the washed up rock star who sang the Christmas song. We own the movie!”
Fame is relative, isn’t it?
(Here’s a link to the video from “Love Actually.” It’s pretty funny…a parody of “Love Is All Around” by The Troggs, done in Robert Palmer-style.)