Four months after we moved to New York our roommate called us all giddy with star-sighting enthusiasm. She was walking home from a rock show, it was cold, dark and rainy and her Converses were soaked, her mascara was running and she was still crosstown blocks from home when, like a beacon of stardust-infused light, a taxi appeared.
Though it was occupied, the car stopped, the back door swung open and a face appeared from within the inky, rain-spattered back of the cab. David Bowie was offering her a ride. The White Duke politely chatted with her about the weather, cartoons and puppies as the cab took her home. She’s been dining out, justifiably, on this story ever since.
Ever seen Dave Gahan buying toilet paper at your local deli? Ever taken a yoga class with Madonna? Ever shared a plane with Courtney Love? Share your biggest, baddest, celeb-spotting experience. (If it’s too steamy, send a confidential email to The Tip Off.) The winner gets to ride in a cab with David Bowie. Just kidding.

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