And if Downey were in a hurry that night (or had just received some bad news, or his back hurt, or if the guy were less polite), and had just kept walking, we'd all be talking about what an ASSHOLE Robert Downey is. The story would ripple outward like news.
The all-time greatest depiction of this was (as discussed here) the telephone scene in Woody Allen's "Stardust Memories". That film depicted a number of types from my taxonomy of fans.
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