If I were not such a coward, or maybe taller than my 5'2" and therefore able to deal with their response, I would ask for their autograph. ‘Special’ people fascinate me. You know the ones who can smoke in no-smoking areas, park in disabled spots while they run into a nearby shop, talk on their mobile phones in the quiet carriages of trains and to whom the concept of queuing is an alien one. I wouldn't want to cough in their faces, key their cars or throw the phone out the window but I'm tempted to carry a radioactive source and put pay to any progeny...