Last night I went for a drink with a friend to catch up after work in South Kensington, a posh neighborhood. After discussing for 15 minutes where to go, I finally put my foot down and declared “Excuse me. Do you think I am common? I don’t want to go to a local pub at the street corner.” I strongly suggested (and started leading the way) a trendy wine bar a few blocks away instead.
When we walked into this upscale wine bar, the manager was not particularly welcoming because my friend came from the gym and was not dressed properly. The moment that he heard that we actually wanted to sit outside, he was relieved. He handed over the cocktail menus to us and the cocktails were unsurprisingly over-priced. I turned around and saw 2 other customers read the full drink menu.
To make the long story short, we ended up talking to a more friendly waitress. She told us that the wine bar is going to open a club next weekend and taught us how to get free admission.
The moral of the story is “Don’t let one mistreatment ruin your mood and always try to make the best out of situation.”