bluetuba's story reminds me of this
although it isn't anywhere near as impressive.

Those of you who follow cricket may be aware of Chris Cairns, a NZ player who is (or was, I dunno) admittedly quite good while also being a giant wanker. He's also a member at the video store I work at and, while he doesn't rent from there too often, when he does and they're late and I have to call him up, his wife always answers and demands to know who's speaking if you ask for Chris, which always gets my heckles up, as if he's some huge celebrity that has to be protected from the papparazzi or something.

One time he came in and didn't have his membership card. As often happens in these situations, I ask for his phone number.

"How about I just give you my sirname?"
"OK. Fire away."
"Cairns."
"Alright...and what was the first name?"

The way his face dropped at that moment will stay with me til the day I die.

Like I say, not as impressive as pwning Remington Steele, but it's hard to find celebrities when you live in New Zealand. I met Sir Edmund Hilary once though. Bit of a grumpy bugger but his wife was lovely.
(ElGranto, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 5:14, 1 reply)

Ditto
Dean Jones (Aus cricketer) lived in our town (maybe still does).
Now, I hate cricket, and the only cricketer I'd have any chance of recognising is David Boon, because he looks like a Womble.

Anyway, same story - Deano forgot his membership card, I asked for his name. Two D. Joneses came up on the screen.
"Can I have your first name, please?"

He smirked, and the Movieland manager, who was standing behind me, quickly took over the transaction.

Meh.
(Celerydemon, Sat 10 Oct 2009, 8:43, closed)