I spend a breathtaking amount of time (and even more breathtaking amount of cash) flying and housing my offspring around the globe for fencing. Indeed, I am occupied with that at this very moment. Here’s the sign that greeted me at breakfast this morning:
I realize that there’s nothing legally wrong with such bluster, but………are they really discussing the Embassy Suites breakfast in Paris, or Belarus, or the Congo? I have my doubts.
Of course, maybe I’m wrong. This does seem like an awfully classy place.
All of which leads me to know precisely what you’re thinking about my airplane-flying, Uber-riding, hotel-slumming lifestyle.
