What’s with the reality show impressions tonight? Sorry Heidi, I’m out I guess, which I thought you would have put together from your observation that I am blatantly walking out of the building. Now this is starting to resemble the Standard’s reputation. I guess the urgency makes them feel more important. Fortunately I’m not at all phased by this as I have had to endure absurd amounts of pretentiousness in the UK being a philosophy graduate school at Oxford. I’m really just happy to be leaving.
But my experience with the Standard’s staff doesn’t end there, oh no. Not two minutes later I am in just getting in a cab and realize I’ve left my debit card with my tab at the bar.
Now I understand completely that in order to retain your image as an “exclusive hotel” you have to work hard foster a certain image and I’m well aware that a certain amount of door people on self-indulgent ego-stroking power trips is important for the Standard retaining its mirage of exclusivity. But what I heard and saw in those next twenty minutes really pushed the limits of what I think is in general a minimally acceptable way to treat people.