United Red Carpet Club, SFO: I recently flew to London from San Francisco. My travel companion has membership in the United Red Carpet Club. He asked that I meet him at the club before the flight.
Now, please understand, I’m REALLY polite and mild-mannered; it’s often pointed out to me that I’m “too nice.” I was met at the Red Carpet Club desk by a surly twenty-something guy who, with a scowl and a raised voice, told me, “We don’t allow guests!” Luckily, my friend came around the corner at that moment and explained that, indeed, one guest per member IS allowed, and had the rules at hand to prove it.
Note to United: Stop hiring thugs. Note to disgruntled United employees: If you hate your job, quit.
Maybe they should work for tips.
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Very boring story. Have you ever kissed a girl?
this chick or dude is undoubtedly still a virgin!
Boring? I call it succinct!
Go back and read about Vlad and the mysterious businessman…