I didn't work with celebrities, but Heather Locklear lived in my neighborhood in the early 90's.

She herself wasn't *bad*. It was her and her group of friends. They were the cattiest group of "frenemies" I have ever seen. The worst possible thing you could do was leave the room, lest they all start talking about how fat you looked in those pants or how badly you need Accutane.

The worst was my father. My father was not celebrity-shy. We lived in an area where you could see a famous person shopping at the supermarket. He went to Heather Locklear in the middle of Gelson's one time. "Do I know you? You look *so* familiar." She laughs. "I mean maybe we dated or something?" She keeps laughing. "You *sure*? What's your name, Hannah? Helen? It'll come to me..."

My father has no shame.