My son did security for the Oscars a couple of years back. He made Bill Mahar move his car, lol. Apparently Mahar thought he could just park conveniently close to the red carpet after wending his way through the crush and my son was heading to the rope line. Jon, my son, stopped, looked at Mahar and said, "I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to move your vehicle. This is a no parking zone." Bill looked at him and asked, "Do you know who I am?" To which my son said, "No sir, and I'm sure you'll tell me, but you still have to move your car or I'll have it towed." Bill sputtered and fumed, but got back into his car and drove off.
Later, at the In-N-Out burger wagon that catered the event for the worker bees, the head of security sidled up to Jonny and told him that "stars" were to be given preferential treatment and other worker bees would valet their autos to parking in the back. My son, being a college student with an enormous lack of respect for authority, said, "Yea sir, I know. But he was Bill Mahar." The head of security just laughed.
That it happened to such a vile person as that d1ckhead just made that story all the more delicious.
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