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The title alone should not come as any surprise. The SC percentage in this town has got to be in the high 80s, if not the 90s. But I felt like sharing this story.
I'm in line the other night for Prive' a new club at the Planet Hollywood Hotel. In front of me are these two girls barely old enough to be in a casino, let alone getting into the club, with black VIP wristbands on their arms.
The line isn't long, but getting in the club is next to impossible. Most people that are getting in are either friends of the doormen or slipping them hundreds. These two girls are getting pissed off that they can't get in, being very vocal about it, and playing the entitlement card with the wrist bands.
One of them asks a security/doorman why they can't get back in if they've already been inside an points to her wristband. The security guard quickly asks her "Why do you gotta lie to me? You don't have a hand stamp." The SC that she is asks if he's calling her a liar. He just walks away. The two of them start going off again and get more and more pissed off as they let other people through.
Now the worst part of it all.
They were with me. A friend of mine (the liar) and her best friend, both from out of state.
Trying to avoid more embarassment, I grab them both and take them out of the casino and over to another to get some food and HOPEFULLY sober them up.
We get seated at our table and my friend's friend immediately starts bitching about having to wait for service. We hadn't even been sitting down for 60 seconds yet and she's bitching.
I'm trying to get her to shut up, asking her if she wants her food spit in, or worse, and she starts getting all hardcore saying she'll kick their asses if they do.
Thankfully, at this point, our server comes up to the table and takes our order. Thinking everything is going to be ok, the friend starts bitching about being served a can of Dr. Pepper and the cost of it being $2.75. The waitress tells her she'll bring her more if she wants like she'd refill a soda, but she's still bitching.
We finally get our food and as soon as we were done I paid the bill and got the out of there. Took them straight back to where they were staying and left. I felt like I was babysitting snotty kids all night.
Never again. Never. Again.
CH
I'm in line the other night for Prive' a new club at the Planet Hollywood Hotel. In front of me are these two girls barely old enough to be in a casino, let alone getting into the club, with black VIP wristbands on their arms.
The line isn't long, but getting in the club is next to impossible. Most people that are getting in are either friends of the doormen or slipping them hundreds. These two girls are getting pissed off that they can't get in, being very vocal about it, and playing the entitlement card with the wrist bands.
One of them asks a security/doorman why they can't get back in if they've already been inside an points to her wristband. The security guard quickly asks her "Why do you gotta lie to me? You don't have a hand stamp." The SC that she is asks if he's calling her a liar. He just walks away. The two of them start going off again and get more and more pissed off as they let other people through.
Now the worst part of it all.
They were with me. A friend of mine (the liar) and her best friend, both from out of state.
Trying to avoid more embarassment, I grab them both and take them out of the casino and over to another to get some food and HOPEFULLY sober them up.
We get seated at our table and my friend's friend immediately starts bitching about having to wait for service. We hadn't even been sitting down for 60 seconds yet and she's bitching.
I'm trying to get her to shut up, asking her if she wants her food spit in, or worse, and she starts getting all hardcore saying she'll kick their asses if they do.
Thankfully, at this point, our server comes up to the table and takes our order. Thinking everything is going to be ok, the friend starts bitching about being served a can of Dr. Pepper and the cost of it being $2.75. The waitress tells her she'll bring her more if she wants like she'd refill a soda, but she's still bitching.
We finally get our food and as soon as we were done I paid the bill and got the out of there. Took them straight back to where they were staying and left. I felt like I was babysitting snotty kids all night.
Never again. Never. Again.
CH
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