The Richer They Are The Cheaper They Are; You Can Bet The Farm On It
My parents own farmland and rent it out to farmers. We went to a seminar for farm owners, so there were lots of very wealthy people in the mix. They served us lunch at the hotel restaurant, and it was very good food.
This hotel is part of a huge international chain, so it was their own catering service.
At the end of the meal, one of the women at our table flagged down a waiter.
Woman: “Can I get a box to take the rest of my food home in?”
Waitstaff: “We don’t have boxes or allow anyone to take the leftovers home.”
Woman: “That’s terrible! You just lost your tip!”
Waitstaff: “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
Woman: “That’s it?! You’re not going to do anything for me?”
Waitstaff: “I can get my manager for you.”
They got the manager, who came out and told her the same thing: she couldn’t take home the food. Cue her screaming at the manager.
Manager: “Ma’am! There are still a full six hours left of lectures for your event. We cannot ensure the quality of your food being left out or in a box that long. We would be liable for any food safety issues.”
Woman: “I can’t even take this food home to my dog?!”
Manager: *Knowing what kind of seminar this is* “You can afford a farm, but you can’t afford dog food?”
Woman: “I will ruin you! You don’t know who you’re messing with!”
My dad looked at me and explained quietly.
Dad: “I know who she is; she only lives like twenty minutes from us. She has a net worth of at least ten million, I’d say.”
Me: “And she’s whining about not being able to take home a few bites of leftover pot roast?”
I don’t doubt that she has some influence with as rich as she is, but as far as I know, she has yet to take down the Hilton!