In Reda's perfect world:
A limo driver arrives at his front door step and 3 men run up to his door to ring the doorbell.
"Door's open!" Reda yells. The men open the door, run up the stairs and carry him on their shoulders in such a way that he's still in a sitting position. Before they take him out of his bedroom, the limo driver has brought up a cloth napkin draped over his right arm, as well as a glass (pre-filled with ice) resting on a plate in his right hand. His left hand has an open bottle of champagne imported from Napa Valley.
Reda sips his champagne and slaps the right chauffeur every time the drink spills because his left hand is carrying the glass and this is no time for equality.
When he gets to the hall, a red carpet has been strewn out and the scent of freshly-picked lavender can be smelled as flowers have been strewn over the sides of the carpet. Fountains are on either side, the paparazzi blinding you, and security has been called to check for snipers. Those fluffy, squishy, red railings s