One of my late friends worked in a chiropractic clinic in an affluent suburb of Nashville. During her tenure at this establishment, she was brought into contact with several famous musicians. (It’s Nashville after all). One of which was Mr. Robert Plant. She said he was the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet. He arrived early for his appointment, and when the staff wasn’t ready for him, he just sat in the waiting room and chatted with her. She said if you didn’t know who he was, you’d have no idea that he was very rich, very famous, and had been a part of one of the most influential rock bands of all time. He was just a kind older dude.
(Unlike Alan Jackson who was a pompous ass all the time).
That surprises and disappoints me.