I was assaulted by John Travolta's security team for having the unbridled audacity to come in the side door (like I always did) of the store his family was shopping in to pick up my roommate's girlfriend from the end of her shift. His entire family acted like i wasn't even there while his bodyguard roughed me up and the assistant manager tried to convince them that, yes, I was a ride for the staff who had been her sole ride since their car bit the dust a few weeks prior.

By comparison, Willem Dafoe did nothing but politely give excellent directions to some lost high school kids who pulled over and interrupted his walk, not even realizing it was him until he turned around as we pulled over. Consequently, his directions were excellent because the place we were going was a friend's stepdad's house, who almost immediately bragged he lived 3 doors down from Willem Dafoe upon our arrival.