I have story, although it might not make me very popular around here
I used to work for a company that manages some high profile celebs. It wasn't uncommon to see paps hanging around outside the office. Being in IT you got to deal with everyone from the receptionist to the CEO and Artists and cars were regularly used to get around London and beyond to their houses/offices. The hire firm knew who we were and that certain addresses required executive cars - didn't matter if it was just for the IT bum, we got S-Class Mercs with privacy glass
So one day I have to go a globally known superstar's house at about the same time as another A Lister is in the office for a meeting. Usual protocol is for celebs leaving is that the car comes to the back entrance, mere mortals have to go out to the main car park. Paps know this so if a car comes to the back entrance though the shutters they get excited. Unfortunately for them, it's for me - not the woman currently in the boardroom talking about her fashion ideas to her sycophants. I'm not lugging several boxed computers to reception - so we're loading them into the car at the back entrance, out of sight of the waiting paps who by now are probably wrestling for position in anticipation.
I finish loading, get in the car, stick shades and hat (one of those caps with fake hair coming out of the back) on and tell the driver i'm ready, but to go VERY SLOWLY through the cobbled car park in case any of the equipment is damaged. I know whats coming
Out we go slowly, and the assembled piranha's are at the window... flashing away... I put my hand up in a mock attempt to cover my face. They follow us through the car park until we get out on to the road. It's a shame I didn't get to see there faces, although the chap from the Restaurant downstairs told me there were some very confused looks and a lot of discussion amongst the gathered togs.
I was also told later that if management found out I'd played the paps, I'd probably be sacked on the spot!