Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
They tipped me $300 so I forgave them quickly but that was such a rich person thing to do.
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Used to work at an incredible restaurant in NYC, conveniently located across the street from a large block of very expensive apartments. One of the regulars was a well respected costume designer, probably in her early or mid sixties. It was not uncommon for her to eat every meal of her day there. Running gag that she’s crazy wealthy but lawl can’t feed herself. Cut to the night before a predicted Snow-pocalypse. It’s not supposed to start until ~10, but it’s already flurrying by 8. Right around 8 30, as we’re scrambling to beat the rapidly worsening snow-fall and inevitable, spontaneous MTA service changes, our friend starts knocking on the front door. I barely turn the key and she bursts through the door, “You’re not closed are you?!” All I could say back was, “Snow.” “Well, do you have bread left? Anything, really!” “No, I’m sorry. There’s nothing left.” She very over-dramatically exclaims “What’ll I do?! I’ll starve!” Then looks back at all of us, says, “Okay, thanks anyway. Stay safe!” We thank her, she turns towards the door, notices the snow again and turns back with, “Oh this is looking bad, what are you all still doing here? Get home!” She leaves, we have a hearty chuckle, and finish everything up. 10, maybe 15 minutes. We’re zipping our jackets to walk out the door and our friend is back. She heard that transit service would be bad (duh) and wanted to make sure we could all get to where we were going safely (aww). We assured her we were all fine, and she started to go but not before leaving us with “Well if any of you get stuck, just give me a call. When **partner** and I bought the top floor we figured the extra apartments could be work spaces, but now they’re just empty.” Then off she went, leaving my four co-workers and I flabbergasted. I still can’t believe that this person, in one 20 minute span, went from begging us for scraps of bread, to offering not even just a spare room in her apartment, but an entire apartment on her floor.
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