Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
This lady ordered the “Ike and Tina Tuna”
I politely asked her if she wanted the plate, or platter.
Aghast she replied, “I *don’t* understand the question, and I *won’t* respond to it.”.
There was this classic trick I used to do when seating people. If, based on the logistics, I needed someone to sit at a table I knew was the least desirable one (close to the toilet, entrance etc) I would always make it look like it’s reserved for VIP clients or ‘in case the boss decides to come in to eat’. Pretentious rich people want the opportunity to be seated somewhere ‘special’ so badly that they never ask questions and go for it right away. It made my job a billion times easier back then.
So, not a restaurant or a hotel, but a travel agent. Client is a d**k. Client can’t drive and crashes car. Client walks out of police station after filling out all paperwork following the crash and decides to.. commandeer the first helicopter he sees to get him where he wants to go. Because rich people logic.
Footnote: there was a pilot to go with the helicopter, to eliminate any confusion on that count. Client definitely would not be able to manage a helicopter on his own. Hell, he couldn’t even manage his own travel plans.
There‘s a thing in Stockholm‘s rich kid district called „vaska“. Basically, you order an expensive bottle of champagne, pay for it and watch how the waiter wastes all of it by pouring it down the drain (some places let you do it yourself).
Sadly, it’s an established thing in these kinda circles, like, it‘s on the menu cards and all that. Honestly the dumbest way of flexing I‘ve ever witnessed.
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