SHIT!
You beat me to it.
I was going to say, "I got a hug." (I'll think of her name in a while - too stimmmed, right now)
I didn't get the snog, though.
You win.
EDIT:
OH WAIT!!
My hug was real.
yeah - you win, definitely.
have another one.
It was Sarah Hughes, shopping for her boyfriend's birthday. She bought him an iPod Touch, a fancy Bose dock system, a microphone/headset (the kind for internet convos) and a shitty HP laptop. The lucky guy apparently attends IU (medical) and she was here visiting. When I asked her if she had to deal with this press mess all the time, she just frowned and said that she was in the gym last month and someone recognised her. Working out again means that she is going to try for a comeback to most people, but she would not admit to attempting the revival of her career. Then after I had checked all her bags, she gave me a hug and one of those Hollywood press-your-cheeks-together-and-kiss-the-air goodbyes, flipped her ass at the cameras and twatted away in her higher than average heels across the ice.
I had to delay all the press guys long enough to look into every bag, so I was her hero for the moment, while she tried for an escape in her Hummer.
Poor girl! But she's apparently doing OK for herself if she can drop two thousand bucks on a boyfriend's birthday.