In 2004, I was working in a fabulous jazz club here in New York. When we first opened, each of the staff named a celebrity whom we would love to meet at the club. According to our agreement, if that person came in while you worked, they were yours to look after. The day my celebrity came in for the first time, I approached his table with such excitement, I'm pretty sure I chasséd.
"Mr. Williams, I'm Erin. When we first opened, we named who we wanted to look after some day, and you were my choice." (Quite certain I sounded like a gushing teenager.)