i was at this mighty exclusive club for filthy rich *american and other expats [with whorish-lookin lowest of the lowly scum of asian wifey's and brattish half-breed bairn's in tow] and equally filthy rich wee islander's yesterday.
to meet my customers who even have to pay rent for office space, and renting of seminar rooms for talks or workshops.
ok, where was i? as there is a wee cafe, i thought perhaps i could have my lunch there innit. no i was wrong. dead wrong. purchase could only be made with the membership card. so i went up to the front desk [as opposed to *reception*] as told by the cafe worker to ask for coupon's. since she had already barcoded the items.
and what happened next was utterly ridiculous. i was told there and then: you ain't a member so you can't utilise any facility includin a cafe. regardless if your so famished that you could eat a horse.
yep. i could embarass meself in public create a scene if i want to but there was no point at all. 'cos it wouldn't get through the thick head of that lowest ranked employee. whatsoever. i was livid, but strangely calm enough to fire a volley back at said lowest ranked employee - if i could read the newspapers since i ain't a member.
and i wonder how these exact same lofty yank's would react if they are placed in exact same situation in a posh exclusive wee island club back home.
that is if such a club exists. well, knowing wot wee islander's are like, they'd wait for **someone else to set up and run it for 'em.
* note: they are mainly the CEO's, country manager's and other such wankin twats of regional head offices located on the wee islet.
** executive committee and public relations headed by a bunch of white fella's - ie: husband's of local bint's - administration run by indian's, front desk and such staffed with filipina's. and one could only find wee islander's on weekend's stuffin their mugs with food.
as enscribed by the letter b @ June 23, 2005 10:04 AM