I've met Mike Rowe. One sweaty 95 degree Tuesday at a job site in Century City. I ate thirty dollars worth of Chipotle and I thought I was gonna go through an entire pack of Dude Wipes in the porta-john - that's when Mike Rowe showed up with a Fox News film crew offering to personally rim the asshole of every man on the work crew for only a quarter a piece. The man played my fart box like a harmonica and polished my poop chute better than any French bidet ever could. He left the build that day with $4.25 in his pocket and a pep in his step. Also shitty breath. Incredible work ethic.