Inside the Secret Lives of the Ultra-Rich: Shocking Tales from Luxury Hotels and Restaurants Revealed
He asks if I could help with sat-tv. I say I’d try. Basically same problem. A bit of ice, and dish needs fine-tuning on direction. Fix it, he’s happy.
Leaving, he tries to give me cash. I say we bill through the company, but if he has a business card or something, that’s easiest. He says, “Yeah, but don’t bill the company, I’ll write my personal on the back.”
Get card, thumb covers part of it. Card says “PepsiCo.” Read “President” near my thumb. Expect to move thumb, see “of Western Marketing” or something. Nope. Says: “And CEO.”
(Super secret, business card had a coupon on the back. Good for one frito-lay or pepsi soda product, or 75¢ off anything else from PepsiCo.)
3) Guy calls our local repair shop (only one for 100+ miles) asking if we install routers. Sure, yeah. “Do you sell computers?” Yeah, those too. “Well, I’d like to buy… (he counts on fingers or something) Like 5 PCs, one for each room, and 3 or 4 laptops to throw around the place.”
This is like $30k sale in a shop that typically does $1000/week in sales tops. Check with boss. He says get credit first. Guy insists he can pay cash, but I should bring it all to his new house next week.
Credit goes through. Show up at mountain mansion. 6000 sq. ft. Entire flat-bed truck of empty wine crates, straw spilling out of their wooden slats.
Go to unload, old, chubby guy walks up in sandals and cargo shorts. “Hey, are you the computer guy?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Look at guy, assume he’s property manager/butler/cousin/something. “I’m looking for Mr. XXXXX”
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