Several years ago I traveled to Europe with some ad agency guys to record a set of tunes for a car company, and one of the agency guys insisted on carrying my guitar case so he could be that guy who carries a guitar case through the airport.
So I got to be that guy who carries a briefcase with a laptop through the airport. In my imagination all the women were admiring me for my business acumen and wishing that they could be with the guy who carries his laptop through the airport, but my agency buddy was imagining that he was a rock star and all the women were imagining running off with him, so our imaginations cancelled each other out, and no one noticed us at all.