A chap I know who works in a catalogue shop once served Smillie. She was kept waiting, with everyone else, and uttered the immortal, 'I'm sorry, but do you know who I am?'
There was a story I heard a few years ago on radio, about Sebastian Coe after he won his Olympic gold.
He had been invited as guest of honour at a football match - I think it was at Wolves - and turned up at the stadium with his invitation.
"I'm sorry, sir" said the gateman, "but you've come to the wrong entrance. The VIP entrance is round the other side of the ground".
"Do you know who I am?" asked Coe, "I won the 1500 meters gold in Moscow"
"Well", said the unmoved gateman, "It won't take you long to get there, then".