leftcoaster wrote:Yea, but that only works for the celebrities that WANT to be treated like average Joes.
I am reminded of my favorite John Wayne story....
It took place at the "Brown Derby" in Hollywood (the Vine Street location). An acquaintance of mine was working there as a server, and had Wayne seated in his section.
Wayne ordered, "T-bone steaks, medium-well, and keep bringing one every 15 minutes until I tell you to stop."
The server thought this a bit odd, but then this *was* Hollywood. Wayne wasn't a small man, and perhaps this was just his way of getting his fill, he supposed.
Shortly after he served the first steak, he noticed that other guests had gathered around Wayne's table and were asking for autographs and photos with him, which Wayne was providing with great grace.
As soon as the mob cleared, the server approached Wayne, apologized for having permitted the interruption of his dinner, and promised to keep such annoyances away from him during his meal.
"Naw, don't do that, these are my fans," Wayne explained. "If I didn't want to meet them whenever I went out, I should have become an accountant. It comes with the job of being a movie star. Besides, why do you think I asked for a fresh steak every 15 minutes?"
And that's how his dinner went. One or two bites, then a handshake, one bite, then a photograph, etc. The server made sure there was always a hot steak ready for the Wayne's fork for nearly two hours before he'd had enough.
Class act, the Duke.
Of course, there's a world of difference between an over-enthusiastic fan (or twenty) and a phalanx of hyper papparazzi who spend their life trying to photodocument yours. There's a further line between even them and the vicious oafs who assult stars, bodyguards, and the stray unfortunate plaid.