That Isn’t a Restroom
I was once a server at a high-end steakhouse in Newport Beach, California. A rich guy’s son comes in, probably in his mid-30s, with a big group. They get a private room and spend thousands on food and booze.
The guy gets hammered and instead of climbing the stairs to take a leak, he just relieves himself in the hallway. On the floor.
He didn’t get kicked out, either. They just had a janitor come in and clean it up and the dinner kept going. Nice to have that kind of money, I guess. Story credit: Reddit/zodar
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