A few of us have the unique ability to be on the "right flight at the right time" whenever there is a celebrity in the house. I'm talking about the famous few who reserve the entire row in first class just for themselves and their "yes" men. I myself have had a few of these celebrities, but unfortunately all of them have fallen asleep as soon as the engines turn on-- just like commuting flight attendants! Special thanks to Skyr321 for the idea for this section... If you have any funny or bizarre tales of the rich and famous, please send them to fabp_2000@hotmail.com.

OJ Simpson, copied from the website The Mile High Club, 09 March 2000. Long before I ever saw O.J. Simpson on one of our flights, I spotted him in the bars and clubs in New York, a typical prowler and player like the rest of the former athletes. I looked forward to meeting him. After all, his old team, the Buffalo Bills, was my favorite, and I remembered him well. Finally, the moment arrived. He ended up not only on MGM Grand but in my section. Whoa. Was I in for a disappointment. He instantly gave me the creeps with his two distinct personalities. Alone, he made it clear that I was a woman and "hired help," both obviously low in his estimation. Yet when he was around his peers or if he was aware another passenger was watching or listening, he became polite and respectful, knowing how to turn on the charm. When he flew with Nicole, he was the perfect gentleman. When he flew by himself, he was flirting with his favorites--the young, blonde flight attendants. But even that attraction wasn't consistent. On one occasion, he invited a big-busted Nicole look-alike flight attendant to party in New York. Unfortunately, the flight attendant started the drugs and drinking before the event. She got to the door, and O.J. was happy to see her until he realized she had been drinking. He got belligerent and nasty and called her a slut and drunken whore. It was the wrong thing to say. She shouted her own obscenities back at him, before lifting her blouse to show him what he was missing. O.J. lunged at her, forgetting that this was a girl who knew how to evacuate an entire plane in minutes. She and the flight attendants with her were out of there in less than a New York minute.

Julia Roberts, copied from the website The Mile High Club, 08 March 2000. When you are a flight attendant with MGM, what is proper procedure when Julia Roberts and Jason Patric go into the bathroom for a long, long time? Well, this is special. You gather up your coworkers and wait for the couple to emerge. You then congratulate them on joining the Mile-High Club and present them with their own set of wings. On subsequent flights, though, I'd wonder if this woman was ever happy. She would stay in a stateroom with the curtains drawn and cry for five hours nonstop.