I just know how excited I get when those opportunities present themselves, and forget that while they reap many of the benefits that they also pay their own price for that fame.
Last time I was in LA visiting my son, we were at a little leather shop where the proprietor made custom guitar straps, and Billy Gibbons was at the counter ordering straps for his entourage.
I very quietly said to my son, “I think that’s Billy Gibbons” - not that I was going to say one word to the guy (I never bother celebs as a matter of principle) but my son was evidently worried that I might do something embarrassing, and gave me the “Try to be cool, Dad” admonition.
At least he and I think alike, I guess.