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I served an a-list big wig movie star and his (at the time) famous wife at a mexican restaurant when I was a kid and broseph acted like he wanted to fight. I didn't even acknowldge the fact that he was who he was. I tried playing it off because I'm a schmuck midwesterner. Acted like a princess. Couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like to have to deal with these ego's on a regular basis.
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