When I was in high school, I worked as a bus boy at a restaurant near an outdoor concert venue. We'd get the bands coming in for lunch or for dinner after the show. A few off of the top of my head that ate in my section were Kansas, the Beach Boys, Tom Jones, and Barry Manilow.
Another bus boy wanted a used ashtray from Barry Manilow's table for his "girl friend" . After Manilow left, he was waiting for me in the kitchen. He searched through the bus tray looking for the ash tray, which since no one smoked, I left on the table. The ended up sticking a fork in his pocket.
Because of a plane breakdown, United put me in first class from Chicago to LA. I sat next to Bryant Gumble. This was back in the early 80s when he was still a sports caster. I felt sorry for him because people wouldn't leave him alone.
Working in DC, I see political types on occasion. A few month ago James Carville was behind me in line at Starbucks. I've seen quite a few senators and congress men.
Walking into work a few years ago, I was reading news paper headlines in the paper boxes when I walked into a security guy for Mexican President Vicente Fox. Ariel Sharron stayed in a hotel around the corner from my office and I saw him come out and hurriedly get into a car. They had closed off the roads for one block in every direction.
I work 3 blocks from the White House so I've seen the Presidential motorcade frequently. Ever since Reagan was shot you can't see anything though. The windows are tinted and when they get to the destination, the car drives into a tent before the President gets out. The tent is attached to a side or back door of the building.
A few years ago, my wife and I decided to go to our neighborhood pizza parlor straight from the airport after a vacation. As we were pulling into the parking lot, a big black Suburban came in the wrong way and blocked the entrance. Attorney General John Ashcroft got out and went into the pizza parlor. They told him it was a 45 minute wait with no exceptions for anyone.
He ended up eating in a neighboring restaurant. The Secret Service van ended up parking in the only handicapped space. My wife, who is disabled and a civil rights activist, wanted to call the police on the Secret Service and take a picture of them illegally parked. Fortunately, I was able to talk her out of it.