I sat behind Seal (big-shot celebrity singer) on a short flight recently. For whatever reason, I had some bad gas. So bad that he turned around and glared at me. I tried to stop, but there is an embarassingly perverse pleasure you can get by upsetting the life of someone who feels they are above everyone else.

After the flight he disappeared into a special VIP BMW on the tarmac with his entourage and sped off to a place where people like me cannot bother him.