Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
The next day when I came in as part of the clean-up crew (grabbing drunkenly abandoned uniform or materials), the host gave me the breakdown after I asked how long their charges normally take to process, as I hadn’t seen my bar tab hit my account yet.
Turns out the regular owned a chunk of the marina, and covered a combined $12,000 bar tab as “thanks to the servicemen and women.” I had a tab of over $450 waiting on my card, completely covered that night. It was glorious.
**Edit – D**n, I thought this would get buried.
I hope somewhere up there in the north country this old rich dude is still getting his daily nightcap and making people’s lives. He was engaging to talk to, pleasurable company, and didn’t leave things hanging when one was ready to move on.
If I run into him again, I’ll tell him the tab he covered was almost dollar for upvote to the karma I received off this story!
Back when I did waitering, there was a woman and her friends at one of my tables. The woman asked for a can of Coke (Coca-Cola, just so we’re clear).
When I brought their drinks and gave the woman her Coke, she looked at me, and, in that typical rich b***h voice, said “Excuse me, honey? I asked for Fanta, not Coke”. So I apologised, wrote it onto my notepad, and went back to get her a can of Fanta. Brought it to her, and again, she turned to me and said “I didn’t ask for Fanta, I asked for Cream Soda”.
By this time, I was getting a bit annoyed, but went back and got her a Cream Soda anyway. And surely, when I returned to her table, she did the same thing again. “I asked for Sprite. Should I call the manager?”
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