Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
Oh yay, I love this one. First and foremost, throw a 6 year old’s birthday party at a tapas restaurant called “______ Wine Company.” Try to feed them tartare. Scoff when your child asks for balloons or French fries. Try to feed them jalapeno creme brulee for dessert. Try to quiz them on picking out scents in wine. Sigh when they don’t care. Keep ordering more wine when they fall asleep on the booth. Complain to in-laws about how exhausting motherhood is. Have to Uber home with a six year old. Everyone else:
Order a walnut salad and then yell at your server for it having walnuts, because you’re allergic.
Yell at server because the top of the creme brulee is… Burnt.
Inquire about the immigration status of the chef.
Tip your server $40 immediately after telling her she “doesn’t look too bright,” tell her she’ll get over it.
Shove your server when he comes to warn you that your reservation on the table is officially past the previously agreed upon time. Scream that he isn’t allowed to touch you back when he tries to disconnect your arm from his collar.
Edit: these were all different people.
Don’t work at any high-class restaurants or hotels, but I currently live in an old yet nice and comfy apartment in Giza (around 20 minutes from the pyramids complex). The landlady is a very nice old lady, probably in her 60s, and is filthy, filthy, filthy rich.
Last year my car had to be repaired after a minor crash for more than a week, and when the landlady found out from the bawabs (doormen) about my situation, she sent one of her English-speaking maids to give me car keys for a BMW 520i, Mercedes-Benz S600, and a brand new Land Cruiser. “The madam insist you use her car until yours is repaired”. I was shocked, of course, and asked her if she still could go around with her lending this much cars to me. “No worry, madam has 12 cars in al-Qahirah”. Okay, I guess… I ended up only using the Land Cruiser because it’s the cheapest one (I think).
Post Comment