Years and years and years ago, I was waiting tables in Williamsburg, Virginia when my friend Robert came into the kitchen with this odd expression on his face, saying, "Mick Jagger and Keith Richard are in the dining room." My reply: "No way." Robert reminded my they were playing a concert in Hampton Roads Coliseum, 30 minutes down the road. I peeked out the kitchen door. Shu 'nuff. They were there with two bimbos. Our 85 year old crone of a hostess had plopped them right in the middle of the room, in clear view of the other diners, who just stared.
Mick got up to go the 'room and walked within a foot of me. Tiny, shriveled, ugly, butt as narrow as two tea (he's British) cups placed side by side. I was summarily unimpressed.
Pretty soon a line of autograph hounds stood at their table. They couldn't enjoy their dinner and I actually felt sorry for them. They left a $7 tip on a $69 bill. Cheapskates! :phhht