Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
The suave dude instructed an assistant to grab him two packets of cigarettes and scan our stuff too – at the SELF CHECKOUT. We were confused at this point… He was being serious about buying our stuff? We wholeheartedly tried to reject his offer. In the end he kept insisting so we allowed him to pay for both of our shops.
Whilst the assistant scanned our food, we entertained small talk with him. He didn’t seem to care much about our questions (he didn’t tell us where he was from when I asked), but asked us a tonne of questioned and joked around.
He then proceeds to pay for the total shop, approximately £30. He puts in a £50 note and of the £20 change returned to him, he gives £5 to the assistant and tells us to “keep the change”, probably feeling bad because we’re poor students.
The strange thing about that encounter that has stayed with me is, he probably will have no recollection of what happened in a couple of months. It’ll be something he’s completely forgotten about. He genuinely did that out of the good in his heart, there was nothing to gain for him. But the memory stays with me and although he’s most likely forgotten, it’s something I’ll never forget.
My roommate in college worked at a private resort/club as a waitress back in her hometown. She would tell me all sorts of stories about how snobby most of her clients were. My favorite story was when a woman asked for “a Cheeseburger with no cheese with lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise.” My roommate took the order and moved onto the next person at the lady’s table. After she was done taking orders, she reread everyone’s request back to them to make sure they were correct. When she got to the lady’s order, my roommate made the “mistake” of saying, “…and, Ma’am, you wanted a hamburger with lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise.” The woman was livid and said, “NO! I WANT A CHEESEBURGER WITH NO CHEESE WITH LETTUCE, TOMATOES, AND MAYONNAISE!!!” She called my roommate all sorts of terrible names and told her how stupid she was for not knowing the difference between a cheeseburger and a hamburger. Then she mentioned how she hated being served by “lower-classed” servers as they didn’t know how to properly take orders.
Ironic thing? My roommate’s dad worked for the heads of the US. As in, he occasionally would be in the same room as the President. Needless to say, he made a VERY large income which was why she was able to go to our private college, lived in one of the richest cities in the nation, and had gone to all of the best schools. She only worked because she enjoyed making her own money and her parents had instilled in her good work ethics. She was a really cool roommate–very down-to-earth and sweet.
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