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.
My Dad used to be an assistant manager at a really nice hotel downtown. When Justin Bieber had a concert in my city, he stayed at my dad's hotel.
His bus was supposed to get in at 11, but didn't show up until 2. My dad wanted to get him off the bus and into the hotel so that they could avoid groupies causing a scene. But he refused because he was sleeping.
The next morning he finally gets off the bus and my dad greets him, saying "Welcome to X Hotel."
However, Bieber is blazed as fuck and wearing a red plastic fireman's hat. He says to my dad, "Hey man, you need me to put out any fires? I've been putting out fires all morning."
On the way up to the room, he kicked my dad out of the elevator so he could be alone with another attractive young employee of the hotel.
He apparently creeped her out so hard that she started crying.
My parents and I once got stranded in Belgium because it was snowing so hard that you couldn't see more than a few feet in front of you.
My mum joined the queue at a help desk, and when she got to the front, my mum was very polite and told her not to worry because it wasn't as if she could control the weather. A lot of other customers had been shouting at the poor girl like it was her fault it was snowing.
We were given the name and address of a hotel close by, and went off on our merry way. But while Mom had been in line, my dad and I had been sat close enough to the help desk to overhear people. We realised that everyone who was a complete bell-end was told to go to Hotel Shitface and everyone who was nice was told Hotel Yummy.
A couple of hours later, we were in the gift shoppy bit at Hotel Yummy and overheard the man behind the desk say to his coworker, "Yeah, the Help Desk at the airport have been sending all the assholes over to Hotel Shitface again, and I'm fairly certain they know Hotel Shitface is full already!"