Side note, true story: Kevin James comes and stays at a hotel here in Vegas. My friend works concierge. He pulls up in four Escalades. Four. But he and his people are only in one. The others are used as 'decoys,' you know, because, fucking duh, it's Kevin James. I mean, so many possible things could happen involving abduction, assassination, and child slavery if he didn't roll four deep. So anyway, he rolls up, four deep, bitchy assistant and all. Not really making eye contact. Darting his eyes around, looking to see if people will notice him. Chewing on a toothpick. Obviously, this dude is not to be fucked with. I mean, it's fucking obvious. I'm thinking Sly Stallone in "Cobra" but just way fucking badder. So, quicken it up a bit, he dicks around some more and heads to the elevators. The hotel is super exclusive and extremely nice, some rooms upwards of 30,000 SQ. feet. Needless to say, any normal person shits at the sight of the lobby, let alone the rooms. So a family is in from India. They are all wide-eyed and can't believe all the cool shit they are seeing. They head to the elevators also, around the same time as "KJ". I call him KJ, because that' what a badassmotherfucker like he probably goes by. The family actually beats him to the elevator. He's disgusted. He makes a face, as to raise his nose at the commoners and darts in front of them as the doors open. Smirk on his face, this cocksucker is about to let the door close, my buddy who is the concierge and showing the Indian family to their rooms, stops the door, allows it to open, and gets in the with the family. KJ is uber pissed. Like, his GF forgot to take her birth control, pissed. He huffs and puffs the whole way up. Making a big deal about riding an elevator with the regulars. I go to my buddy "bro, it was a movie star, why didn't you just let him be a dick?" He says, "No way buddy, I had to see the look on that [censored]s face." Bas Rutten rules, Kevin James, this story doesn't do you justice you absolute turd.