Danced at NBA halftime shows, and met Vince Carter. Our exchange backstage (I know that's not what you call it in sports, but what do you call it?) was:
V.C.: Hello there!
Me: Hi.
V.C. : You're really short!
Me: Well, you're really tall!
V.C. : True, true. Have a good show.
Me: Thanks! What's your name? My boyfriend will want to know!
V.C.: Uh, Vince Carter, just tell him that and he'll shit himself.
Me: Great, thank you!