I work at a music company but am more interested in politics and history. Artists visit our office often.

So I, often being ignorant of their fame, have casually interacted with them or criticized their milk steaming techniques when they’re using the office’s $20K espresso machine.

Only later am I told by their posse, “Did you know that was Mark Ronson/Bebe Rhexa/Max Martin/etc?”

“It’s OK,” I say. “Now Max knows how to make a real latte.”