Dandy

The MasterChief and I were at the Changi Meridien. We were at the front desk this morning trying to pay our bills when this dandy all in black joined the queue. Why do I say dandy? He had his polo shirt collars popped out, dressed all in black, slicked hair and plucked eyebrows.

Unfortunately, he was also one of those men who's waistlines begin at their armpits. You know the kind, the high-waisted man who wears his shirt completely and flatly tucked into trousers that seem to start about 2 inches below his nipples.

But that's not the real story..... Dandy wasn't happy waiting 10 minutes. 10 minutes? 10 frickin' minutes! And he threatened the duty manager! If you want serfs to wait on you, you go to the Four Seasons. The Ritz Carlton Millenium. Or The Fullerton.

You do not go to the Changi Meridien, where the staff try hard and are friendly but standards are dismal. And as I told the MasterChief, I'm willing to bet he was staying at the cheapest room.


Alas and aleck, but usually the case!