MS. Aguilera was staying in our Hotel once. She left a thong hanging underneath the towels.
I had to stay three hours late, until 2 AM, in case she wanted to eat after the show... at 2:10, one burger was ordered. $96 bucks in labour, for a $15 burger.
She totally snubbed a little girl waiting for an autograph out front. She was the ONLY person waiting for one.
Then we had Puff Daddy/ P-Diddy/ Sean Coombs/ That fuckin' asshole, whatever he wishes to be called these days, insisted that we give free access to his personal chef when he arrived, and gave us a list of all the food he needed in stock. Grits, jell-o, mac and cheese... personal chef, indeed.
So I had to run around to grocery stores to buy this shit... only to find out that he cancelled his show.