A joke from a friend who is a tour manager of various well known international artists. A few years ago, he was "looking after" a particularly notorious Diva. She was known for flying off the handle at anyone who disturbed her or in any way crossed her path. Perfectly good people were sacked on a daily basis from the crew from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In short she was a complete nightmare.
We were having a beer one lunchtime as the show was in town. He was musing on how awful and stressful spending time in said Diva's company was. He told me that his strategy was to minimise all contact between himself, her and the rest of the crew. He had taken to delivering her meals personally and had an elaborate routine for ensuring he didn't get the dinner chucked back at him, along with a volley of abuse. I naively asked "What does she normally have". He replied "depends what the mood is, hopefully tonight she'll order Pizza". I replied "Why, is that her favourite?", he chuckled "Nope, not at all but I can slide it under the door and leg it".
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