The gentleman requested the Claridge's door

The gentleman requested the Claridge's door man to inform the carridge driver to make haste as he needed to be at Wellington Station to depart on the Orient Express at 3 pm sharp

'Sharp or blunt' what difference does it make thought the grim-faced doorman. The carriage driver arrived at 3.15. The gentleman exploded with anger ''why did you come so late? he

said sharply. Or was it bluntly? Either way, the carriage driver took offense and left the angry, sharp, blunt, grim-faced doorman on the curbside, one finger in the air. Cranberry

juice is supposed to guard against bladder infections. Indeed. As if I am the type of person...wait a minute, speaking of bladder infections, this grim-faced doorman, I recognize h

is stance, legs & eyes crossed, biting his lip. I tortured him by making conversation. "Looks like it'll rain soon huh?" The doorman said "Yessir". "Won't need to use the sprinkle

The doorman cautiously answered, "They're just fine. Why do you ask?" "I heard your new baby was due soon and wanted to bring your wife a gift." The doorman was getting goose

d in the ass by one of the street urchins who happened about the lane around that time. They liked to harass him because of his Down's Syndrome and honestly - who wouldn't? He

had a face only a Korean man with a sick sense of humor could love. Like really, really sick, we're talking Ted Bundy levels of sick here. Nevertheless, his condition had earned hi

s father a pretty penny parading him through sideshow circuits until he was bought out by a showman who'd gotten a cool million shoveling shady accounts of tree farms.