Anilmal Act Several years ago, I worked in a gourmet restaurant in a Las Vegas casino. As some as you may know, there is a famous magic act performed around town by a couple of freaks of nature. Let's call them Ziegfield & Joy. Well, these two guys were true #1 A-Holes. And we had to make them their food every day. Their butler would call in the order around 3 pm, and the food had to be made, put on a silver platter (yes it had to be silver!), and room service would come pick up the food. These guys would order stupid things like Ossobuco a half hour before they wanted it. (Ossobuco takes 12 hours to cook.)
One day we were getting slammed, and those guys kept demanding potatoes every half hour; we would send the food up, only to have more immediately demanded. I lost it, grabbed the cooked potatoes, went into the walk-in, pulled down my pants, and rubbed my testicles all over them. Then I put the potatoes on their silver platter, garnished it, and gave the tray to the room service waiter.
I am not proud of what I did and would never do a thing like that again, even if pushed worse. But, somehow I felt those guys had already had that flavor in their mouths before...
A couple of years later, I was talking to a friend of mine, told him this story, and he told me a VERY similar story about another famous person. (His famous song is "Brown Eyed Girl"; let's call him Ban Gorrison.)
So, it does not matter how famous you are or how much money you have.
If you're an asshole, your food will get f**ked with.