As I said reading this thread precipitates memories. Another couple went with us to the Stardust Grand Prix. This was a time when people from Vasek Polak drove sports race cars from L.A. to L.V. to race and back. As we were leaving in my friend's Lotus Cortina in very slow post race traffic, my friend all of a sudden opens the door and hops out. I grabbed the wheel and managed to get into the driver's seat. Here my buddy is yelling back at us that, "It's Stirling Moss!"
Well, yeah, it was, driving in the next lane in I don't remember what, but is was an open roadster. Here is my buddy walking and trotting alongside Moss chatting him up. He (my buddy) might have been a bit drunk.
I think everyone was except maybe SM.
I think the circumstances upon which you come up on someone famous have every bit as much to do with the story as the person themselves. Like techweenie, if I see someone famous that is otherwise busy, I don't intrude. Well when aren't they busy?
My wife sat across from Sandra Bullock in the waiting area of the airport terminal. SB never looked up from her phone in the 15 minutes they sat there. Like me, my wife didn't say a thing and probably therefore didn't tip off a bunch of idiots.
We're still waiting for the tin of macadamia nuts as a thank you.
