Club entry is a strange thing.A similar kind of story, except perhaps without the 'lie' thing. Last year I lived next door to a student from the Emirates (rich Arab chap, not quite a prince but he had a Corvette so I'm imagining his family were into oil or somesuch.) Anyway, last year he invited a friend, who also speaks good English, up to stay for a few days. He will be known as Student B. Students being students they decided to go to a club, and rich students being rich students they decided to do a few lines of coke each beforehand.
Sure enough, they get to the club. Cambridge clubs are awful but there's still the inevitable queue outside whilst the bouncers frisk people (for what? Banned research papers?) and so such. Student B is still under the influence of cocaine. Without consulting with Student A, he walks right up to the bouncers. 'Excuse me,' he says indignantly. 'I want to get into this club. But I don't want to queue.' He then proceeds to pull his wallet out and starts flipping credit cards at the poor doorman, whilst shouting stuff along the lines of 'I will buy this club then! Do you want me to buy this club?' The manager then came out and, unbelieveably enough, let both of them in.
Not sure what happened to the credit cards.
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Sure enough, they get to the club. Cambridge clubs are awful but there's still the inevitable queue outside whilst the bouncers frisk people (for what? Banned research papers?) and so such. Student B is still under the influence of cocaine. Without consulting with Student A, he walks right up to the bouncers. 'Excuse me,' he says indignantly. 'I want to get into this club. But I don't want to queue.' He then proceeds to pull his wallet out and starts flipping credit cards at the poor doorman, whilst shouting stuff along the lines of 'I will buy this club then! Do you want me to buy this club?' The manager then came out and, unbelieveably enough, let both of them in.
Not sure what happened to the credit cards.