Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
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This is more in the vein of a “rich d*******g” stereotype, but my dad used to work as a valet for Lawry’s in downtown Chicago. Some pretty well-known football player came in about 15 minutes before closing with a group of friends. He made them re-open the kitchen, so they could all have steaks. Then they stayed for almost 2 hours after close being really loud and obnoxious and rude to most of the staff. He also tipped everyone horribly, especially considering everyone had to stay later because of him.
In contrast to this guy, there was another NFL player that came in that was not as famous. He was extremely kind to everyone and tipped amazingly. He didn’t drive there, so there was no car for my dad to get, but he asked my dad if he could hail him a cab and when he did he gave him $100 just for that.
I worked at a restaurant in the lobby of a rather nice hotel. There was a rich dude that basically lived there. He would eat in our restaurant every night. Our chef had to hand-pick his steaks from a local butcher. The steaks were f*****g massive. It was always specially prepared just for him. Every f*****g time this fuckstain would take two or three bites and complain to everyone in ear shot that his steak was terrible. Every. F*****g. Time. This dude was odd. He would only drink our cheap wine that we served by the glass. However, he would request that you open a fresh bottle just for him. He couldn’t possible drink a glass of wine out of a bottle that was first opened for someone else. Even if I just opened the wine and poured a glass to the person next to him. That bottle was considered “tainted” to him. If you are that f*****g picky, just buy your own d**n bottle of wine. Victor, f**k you. Oh, and one last thing. He parked in the handicapped spot out front, even though he is not handicapped. But because he spent so much d**n money at the hotel, the managers refused to make him move his car or have it towed.
Worked at a Hilton for a little while. Made about a dime above minimum wage cleaning bathrooms, walkways, polishing brass handrails etc. I walked around with an obvious cleaning cart and was not service staff.
Once, about 2am, this obscenely rich family barged in fighting with each other, generally being asses, and their airport shuttle driver was hauling in case after case of luggage, poor guy. The matriarch of the family snapped me over (pushing a custodial cart) and threw a $50 bill at me, and barked to have the luggage brought to their room. Then they laughed at me for bending over to pick up $50 and laid the rich attitude on thick.
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