I am LIVID. I am paying this woman a hefty price to custom-make my birthday dress & she has the nerve to make certain comments to me and then say “I’m sorry if I was a bit harsh yesterday, fashion is a harsh industry.” That is NOT what I’m paying you for. See I’m the type of person who tips not on how much my bill was, but how humble someone is. How helpful they are. Their genuineness. Their attitude. I once tipped $50 on a $10 bill. You know why? The guy tried everything to make me feel special & cheer me up because I was down. Another time the MANAGER at ColdStone on South Beach only charged me 99-cents for my ice cream fit for a cow. I had no cash so I went back the next day & tipped her $10. Trust me, you DO NOT, want to cross me. Yes I am a bit demanding, I’m paying for this shit. Yes, I know exactly what I want & how I want it. I’m like a devil in Prada sometimes. I am hard on people but that’s because I am hard on MYSELF. I’ve had maids in my life. 5 of them over time to be exact. My own maid besides the housekeeper. And let me tell you, I was probably the only kid in Haiti who lent out my gold jewelry to my maid just so she could take nice pictures with her family. I kissed my maids. I tried sleeping in their beds with them countless times. That, is just who I am. I reward myself with $1000s of dollars in quality things, the LEAST you could effing do is treat me with respect & be pleasantly surprised. Guess what lady? You can kiss your $100 tip GOODBYE.
Woo-saaah / I’m like a devil in Prada