This happened to me in France. I was on vacation, doing a bunch of shopping. I was in this cute little boutique on one of the main streets trying on dresses, lingerie, all kinds of stuff — I can't even remember everything now. Out of nowhere, this guy just barges into my fitting room and starts going off in French. I could barely follow, but I caught something about him being some kind of celebrity and hiding from reporters. I didn't know any local celebrities, and I didn't recognize him. He never said his name. But when I peeked out of the fitting room, sure enough, there were reporters out there. To this day I wonder — was that actually someone famous, or was someone just messing with me?