Susan Werner. I was at a concert (hers, of course), and decided to powder the ol’ nose before the festivities started. As I was going, someone came into the stall next to me and started scat singing while… well… everyone may make his or her own joke here. I was washing my hands when… whoa! The artist herself! Multitasking warm-ups with nature’s call, I guess. I think I said “Pleased to meet you” and she said “Thanks”, or some equally lame exchange.
I’ve also dined with astronauts, but that’s for another thread.