Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
I worked at the St Pete Florida Best Buy as a seasonal employee- part time way back in 2003/04 while I was in my first semester of college nearby.
I know- no high-brow fancy-pants place I worked… *but*- I did deal with a crazy rich customer.
About 3 days after black Friday- I had a guy in his early 30s come sauntering in to the store.
… He parked some kind of fancy-a*s bright yellow sports car sideways across three parking spaces- and I overheard some chatter about it as this guy enters the store. (To his credit- he parked as far from the store as humanly possible and walked. At least he didn’t pull that s**t in handicapped spaces like one might expect.)
Now, mind you, at the time- I’m freshly 21 and I don’t look a day over 13. Red-hair in pigtails, freckles- my nicknames at work were literally “Jail-Bait” and “Pippi”. I don’t look old enough to have a job, let alone to buy alcohol – but I s**t you not…
This guy walks in the store and turns toward the computer section- and he spots me and flags me doesn’t (he waves at me. At least he doesn’t snap or call me “babe” or “hon” or some c**p.).
Anyway- I’m thinking “Ohhh…. lucky me!” But I’m pretty good at appearing friendly while I’m crying on the inside and so I greet him with a smile and internally cringe bc this guy opens his wallet before he opens his mouth… and I’m expecting NOTHING good.
Much to his credit- he was actually VERY polite and seemed to have a sense of humor. He pulls a WAD of cash out, flips out 5 crisp, brand-new $100 bills and says “Before we get started- I have a favor to ask…. If you can get the Mexican place (he points across the parking lot towards the mall) to make me a couple marguaritas in to-go cups, so I can enjoy a drink while I shop- I’d really appreciate it, and you can keep the change.”
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