I worked as a bartender at an airport for 8 years, and have met more than a handful of celebrities.
My first was John Travolta and I honestly didn’t recognize him until he laughed.
I f****d up Stephan Colbert’s order, and confidently convinced him I made the better choice for him before I ran away to hide in the bathroom until he left.
Dan Marino borrowed my glasses to fire off a very angry text to Steve Madden on a Saturday before Sunday NFL coverage. What a coincidence we have the same s****y sight.
The lead singer of Puddle of Mud sat at the corner of my bar just announcing who he was and bitched about his warm beer (that he kept on a hot window ledge the entire time he was there), and was a total nightmare to deal with. At one point a normal folk like us just yelled “we don’t f*****g care!” at him. It was truly a beautiful sight to watch his reaction.
The guys from Band of Horses are from my hometown and I took care of them bi-weekly. Super nice guys.
Sean Brock and I talked food twice a week.
Eric Clapton is a pompous d**k. His flight rerouted and he just sat and stared at me without more than a “Cabernet” and no tip.
Brooke Shields is a national treasure. She’s so sweet and polite, and always remembered where our conversation left off. Serving her was like serving an old friend.
Danny McBride is the tits! I was going through a bad breakup when I served him, and told him my ex was a huge fan. He suggested taking a selfie with him to send to my ex to “win the break up”. The a*****e cheated, and I got to meet his idol. I definitely won.
Last and definitely not least is Bill F*****g Murray. He came into my bar and was about to get swarmed, so I screamed out “ITS HIS F*****G DAY OFF! BACK THE F**K UP!”. That was the start of him trusting me to take care of him every time he flew out (once to twice a month), annual Christmas Eve staring contest post beer, many gag tips in whatever foreign currency he had ( plus a generous usd tip), and a plethora of nicknames he pulled out of his a*s. Many years later I worked at a spot down the street from the airport and one night he came in. My dipshit manager that didn’t know who his was asked for his number to be put on the wait. He declined, saw me, and said “I miss you down the road, and I think you’d be better at running this joint”. I never let her live it down.
Almost every celebrity I met was down to earth except for Clapton and the POM douche.