In life, people treat you like shit no matter how much money you have.
While I’ve been in Charlotte I’ve been dumped, stood up, and thrown out of two hotels.
Yesterday, I was thrown out of the Ivey’s Hotel here in Charlotte. Not for debauchery (which would’ve made great fodder for a post) but because they’d sold my room from under me.
And they call themselves a five star property! Don’t they understand that they’re in the hospitality industry? Or, how about accommodations?
I was forced to abandon my room, allow housekeepers to pack my bags (which they forgot to include two boxes of rare cigars), while I sat in the rain and waited. I demanded that they find me a private, luxury property in Charlotte, and hire a car to take me there.
I was incensed that it ruined my dinner with David.
I learned a very valuable lesson about life: we’re all guilty of mistreating others, not because of how much or how little money they have.
But because we can.