Not sure if it was entitlement or just plain stupidity, but this story needs to be shared. About a decade ago, a young couple decided to take a road trip through New Orleans, Memphis, and Nashville—a welcome change of scenery from the cold, rainy streets of London. The boyfriend’s girlfriend, a huge country music fan and an avid follower of the TV show Nashville, had her heart set on visiting the iconic Bluebird Café. It was now or never.
As they stood in line outside the venue, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The couple watched as the number of patrons ahead of them dwindled down. They counted off how many people were left in front, doing the math and estimating they were just two people short of getting in. The tension grew as they hoped for someone to walk out, freeing up a spot for them. They were in for a surprise.
In front of them, a group of six people, seemingly from California based on their accents and conversations, were also waiting to get in. As luck would have it, the staff called them forward when six seats became available. The group sprang into action, their enthusiasm palpable. But as they approached the entrance, they suddenly piped up with a request that caught everyone off guard…