The Reindeer Hotel had been bustling since seven that evening.
The restaurant's country-bumpkin owner had taken the Oscars as his model and rolled out a secondhand red carpet to create a 150-meter-long walkway.
Then he caused several spectacular broadcast mishaps...
The various media reporters who had heard the news and gathered here, along with a large number of paparazzi, were delighted.
The restaurant owner had no experience organizing this kind of event. There was no waiting area, no schedule, and not enough staff to serve as guides.
Olson, the hotel's lobby manager, stood dressed to the nines at the end of the red carpet, ready to make a perfect impression on the actresses who were about to arrive.
But when the first car showed up, the actress inside—whoever she was—simply refused to get out.
The same thing happened with the second car, then the third, fourth, and fifth...
Until the little town, where traffic jams were unheard of, was hit by a massive traffic snarl!
At his wits' end, Olson paced like an ant on a hot pan. After agonizing over it, he walked up to the first car and cautiously tapped on the window...
When the window lowered just a crack, Olson recognized the familiar face inside and said urgently, "Oh, Ms. Shakira, could you please get out of the car first?
The road behind you is completely blocked..."
The woman in the car rolled her eyes, deeply displeased by Olson's cluelessness.
If you wanted to make this kind of spectacle, you should have given them advance notice. And how could a big-name star possibly be expected to go in first and sit around waiting?
Out of professional courtesy, the woman in the car smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know there would be so many reporters