So I’m at the East Bank Club (humongous, incredibly nice fitness club in downtown Chicago) right now because my cousin has, let’s say, connections, and she hooks me up. It’s an amazing club, and I’m getting spoiled rotten by it, since I come down and workout for a while, and then sit and work from their cafe, which has incredible food.
However, the clientele for the most part here are rich white people. I do my best to blend in, but I’m pretty sure I still stick out, though not as much as the staff, which is about 80% Hispanic, I’m betting.
Well sitting next to me were two middle aged women who ordered just as you would imagine – “I’d like egg whites scrambled well, with mushrooms, tomatoes, and brie, and could I please have that baked for 2 minutes exactly so that the mushrooms are approximately 120 degrees, but the tomatoes should remain cool….” whatnot. Then the same waiter approaches me and I say “I’ll have the Blackened Chicken Wrap,” to brief knowing glances from the two women.
Well a little bit later in the meal, the waiter came out and while trying to put something on the table, accidentally knocked one of the coffee cups over, spilling coffee directly on top of one of the women’s ipods. Now the ipod is in a case, and I’m sure it will be just fine, as she snatched it up and started drying it off right away. However, immediately when the spill happened she started shouting “Oh my God. Oh my God.” The waiter tried his best to help her out, but he was slightly stunned and unsure of what exactly to do. I would be too.
So eventually she calmed down and called a manager over, telling him that this waiter was “completely ignoring us, got stuff wrong, and then spilled coffee on my ipod.” I should say only the last thing there was true. They actually got waited on almost immediately when they sat down, and he appeared to get their order correct, as they had not complained yet. But the coffee was apparently just the final straw, and all these previous complaints suddenly became fully realized.
So the manager moved them to another part of the same room, with a new server. So this waiter loses out on that tip, and has to look at the same two women eat the same meal in a slightly different part of the room, which he has to walk by to get to my table. All because of knocking over a cup of coffee.
I swear rich white people are the worst people in the world.