THK: “Bring me the Claudia Ciuti flats. In black.”
clerk: “Very good. And your size…?”
THK: “My size is none of your concern, clerk. Just bring me what you have and leave the room. Is that understood? Or would you rather I take my wealthy footses somewhere else…?”
I actually think the campaign trail may be mellowing her somewhat. Just a few short months ago she would have ordered the clerk’s eyes gouged out.
If there’s such a thing as “Billionaire Trailer Trash”, it’s THK.
I guess those shoes face four more years of smell.
You are obviously unfamiliar with the habits of the uber rich. They don’t go to shops, no matter how elegant. The snooty people who work in these swank emporia come to her and beg her to accept the thousands of dollars of stuff they’ve brought for her approval. Sizes? Don’t be silly. They have her measurements on file.
Of course, they never see the madam herself, only her personal assitant.
Yep. In fact, I saw segment about her on t.v. the other day. She had to purchase something to eat in a shop (can you imagine!) Well, it turns out that after you order, you have to “pay”, whatever that means. THK turned to her assistant and asked
“Do you have some of those money things for this? This girl wants four of them.” Or something to that effect. Hilarious.