Witnessed a curious incident in the bar. Guest (agitatedly holding expensive mobile phone at his ear) bumps clumsy into coffee carrying waiter. Coffee escapes from cup and appears miraculously on guests tie. Waiter embarrassed, guest outrageously outraged. And then: “you stupid *****, do you know who I am?”
My grand dad told me it takes a lot of effort to become the best. I agree. How many years did that guy had to train and sacrifice to be the absolute uncontested King of Rudeness?
Another proof that you can not buy style with shiploads of money.
