Oh god this has just reminded me of the poor bellhop in Las Vegas.
Due to various reasons, Mrs V and I found ourselves in a huge hotel room in Las Vegas enjoying VIP service, all underwritten by a multi-millionairre. We'd been told not to pay for anything, so, er ... we didn't.

We were having a jacuzzi in our en suite, drinking champagne, and smoking. I ran out of tabs so, using the phone next to the tub, ordered some to be delivered.

15 minutes later the bell hop dutifully arrived. I pulled on the complimentary dressing gown, and opened the door to him.

"Your cigarettes, Sir" he said politely. I took them, and the chit to sign off for the bill. I handed him back the bill, and the poor lad stared at the ceiling politely and said "Erm ... ah ... you have a nice day now, Sir!", and walked quickly away. Which is when I noticed I'd neglected to properly tie my dressing gown, and became very aware of how Mrs V's prettiness often affects me.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 15:37, 2 replies)

Perhaps he was waiting for a tip
Then realized he might end up with the wrong kind of tip.
(Richy_T hundreds if not thousands of dollars, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 17:04, closed)

As it is
he got stiffed
(LickOutTheJamsMotherfuckers!, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 20:45, closed)