Back in about 1995/1996, I was paintballing one Saturday. Our referee pointed out Taran Noah Smith off in the distance and kept saying, "Look! It's the Tool Time kid. Look at the Tool Time kid." Apparently, he came out every weekend.
During our lunch break, the referee kept going on and on about the "Tool Time kid" and finally said, "I'm going to see if he'll say hi to you guys." Keep in mind, not one person in our group engaged the referee on this subject the whole time. We just nodded and said, "oh," when it seemed appropriate to respond in some way.
So he brings the kid over and says, "Look, everyone! The Tool Time kid!" Everyone looked up momentarily and then went back to eating their sandwiches. The kid stood there for an awkwardly long time next to our grinning Samoan referee. He probably would have left sooner, but the ref had his big ham hands on his shoulder.
Finally, he shrugged and walked away.
This is just one of my many fabulous celebrity encounters you'll read about in my memoirs.