A waitress came over to our table in a Japanese cafe in Portobello, she lent in all sideways eyes and said “see that guy over there - he’s Richards Branson’s son and his card didn’t go through!” Yesterday a friend sat by Manson in the Admirals Lounge at LAX, he asked the waitress what he ordered and she told him “two shots of vodka and diet coke on the side.” Perhaps the food and beverage department should look into a Hippocratic oath type system for waiting and bar staff or maybe we should all just big up the tips.
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