I dropped my own bags off at the airport lounge luggage “intersection” as instructed (something like “fourth and Broadway”) and then went outside to look at the pile of rucksacks in the wet.

“That one belongs to Mick Jagger” said the woman with blond hair, “He’s off to Ireland to play at a festival”. I thought I’d do Mick a favour and wrap his luggage up in a see-through carrier bag. That would protect it from the rain. I would also drop my business card into the package so that he could write me a thank you letter. It would be great to get his autograph.