Years ago on a short city break we were staying in a Hilton (my partner and I). At least then, in European Hiltons, if you paid for a 'business' room, you got access to a business bar, which was basically an open bar with snacks. Considering we were in a Nordic country we worked out the extra cost was probably worthwhile (booze is expensive in most Nordic countries).
Anyway, one evening after a long day walking the streets, I love walking round cities, I was knackered, so decided to just chill in the business bar. There were two musician's talking loudly to each other about who they'd played with. It was kind of like a comedy sketch of annoying jazz musicians.
So, I go to the bar to pour myself a drink, and I hear one of these annoying Jazz muso's say "Oh, hi Lenny."
I have faded the dudes out to background noise now, so don't really pay attention.
I finished pouring my drink, whiskey I think, and there's some old dude next to me who kind of motions for the bottle. I'm looking down, so just see old man hands. I pass the bottle and as i look up and realise i am handing a bottle of whiskey to Leonard Cohen.
Leonard f******g Cohen.
(Sorry, but he's basically a hero of mine).
At that point I'm just to star struck to actually do anything but pass the bottle, stumble away in mute amazement. I never really understood the term star struck before.