So you're on vacation with your husband in St. Barts. It's a nude beach, so you think, what the hell, I'll take my top off and get rid of these tan lines. It's not like I know anyone here. And….then Paul McCartney and his wife Nancy Shevell stroll by. Pretty cool star sighting, you think, but then your husband jumps up all excited and calls them over. Being the gentleman that he is (or perv?) Paul comes over for a chat and some pictures. All the while, you are standing there like an idiot trying to cover your chest, get dressed, be friendly, and voodoo curse your husband in your mind.