I used to work at a bed and breakfast in San Luis Obispo. I was working the weekend which was typical and we had a walk-in guest which I recognized but didn't know from where. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't quite get a good look at him (I later learned he never took those glasses off). I checked him and his guest into our signature suite.
Later, during our hors d'ouvres hour where the guests drink wine and mingle, he came out and I got to talking to him. The moment you meet him you know he is a little off and after our conversation I figured out it was more than a little. He said things like he invented Donkey from Shrek and before his idea they were thinking about using a goat. I actually know He made other comments about Pixar and the entire time I had to bite my lip because Shrek is a Dreamworks production and not Pixar (I actually know people who work(ed) at Pixar).
So I give Crazy a wide berth and luckily he completely disappeared for Saturday through Tuesday. Since we are a small establishment with a limited number of themed rooms the room that Mr. Man was in was rented for Wednseday which he was aware of. So come Wednesday, my day off so everything hereafter is second hand, the maid knocks on the door to service the room and switch them over to another she is told in a not so polite way to go away. The manager then takes charge, knocks, and informs the guests that the room they were in had been previously rented for that day and we would be happy to move them into another. They then tell my manager, in a not so nice way, to go away. After more refusal to open the cops are called and after a time when the cops are insisting that charges could be filled they finally open the door.
Inside is nothing but used food containers and general trash. Apparently they sneaked out the back way each day and partied like rockstars (as much as one can in that area). They collected their things and created a general disturbance but did leave. When the maid was cleaning she found needles specifically and other white powder so the cops were called again if they had any interest which they said no.
A few days later I was talking to a peer who worked at one of the the larger, well known establishments, and asked if they met Mr. Man to which her eyes popped out of her head and she screamed, "YES!" She then goes into her own little story where he essentially pulled the same experience over there. The only difference is that security escorted them out and not the cops.
So to tie in this wonderful story...a few weeks later I was watching Millionaire Matchmaker at work on our little 9 inch hidden under the main desk because it can get awfully slow and there is Mr. Man. I call my boss over, who always mocked me for watching such garbage, and she just started laughing.
I then googled the guy and it is your classic rich kid inheritance story. Trust fund kid who can spend a million dollars a week and not notice so he never works and has fun. I met thousands of people working there from all ranges of backgrounds but he fit every generalization possible.
