Since we went around dinner-time (actually went way before but wound up staying a while), she had her cook prepare dinner for us--with rush-hour traffic it was useless trying to get home for dinner anyway. She stayed in bed, but we went ahead and ate.
We were sitting in the dining room and, on the table, there was a large box of those chocolate-filled panda cookies.
I thought, not unreasonably I believe, hey, that must be dessert. I took some and was eating them when the six-year old son comes out and starts SCREAMING about the fucking cookies.
This is a kid who lives in a penthouse apartment, has two nannies, a maid, a cook, driver etc.
The nanny just sat there with a "isn't he cute" grin on her face.
Out of love for my friend, I didn't tell the kid what a little turd he is. Spoiled little brat--single parent home. Money can't buy a daddy to keep the boy's shit in line, I guess.
Posted 1/6/2012 3:49 am
They had three "staff" on duty last night. I thought--think--it was safe to assume that anything on the dining table was intended to be there.
I'm not really from a background where I had access to servants, but I would have thought that was in the rulebook.
Don't put shit on the table if you don't want it eaten. It's like when I used to be a babysitter: go ahead and eat anything in the fridge. When they return: Hey, where's the chocolate pudding?
Posted 1/6/2012 4:01 am
Those cookies are fucking awesome, you stupid hick dildo. I'd gladly eat those for dessert, and so would the Queen of fucking England.
Who gives a shit if it's "appropriate"? It was an impromptu meal and I wasn't expecting Black Forest cake.
Posted 1/6/2012 6:06 am
LOok, you're a greedy little bitch. You had no right to those panda cookies and you acted thoughtlessly. Why can't you admit that the 6 year old might have had a point? albeit one made in a slightly inappropriate tone, perhaps.
Posted 1/6/2012 6:10 am
When you visit a sick friend you bring flowers and food and a sympathetic ear. You aren't there to freeload even if they do have help.
Well, that would hold true if you were a gentleman of substance and one of "our crowd," instead of the greasy little swamprunning hick you so clearly are.
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Fine, "penthouse" to me means a really big apartment at the top of a building. Whether that's canonical, I don't know. 4-BR/5-BA plus a study PLUS a playroom for the little shit. Only apartment on a very high floor overlooking the city.
I'm not sure why chocolate panda cookies are hard to believe, though. Believe the brand is Lotte or something like that. Those things fucking crush.
