If I was having dinner with Philip Roth, Margaret Atwood, Salman Rushdie and David Mitchell and if there was a rat taking a shi* on the table - much as I'd saw off my arm to have dinner with any of them - I'd still probably be looking at the rat taking a shi* on the table.
Doesn't mean I find the rat more 'entertaining' or more 'interesting'. It's just what you do when something utterly obnoxious intrudes on your life.