Donald Trump

This took place back around '97/'98 during the Marla years.

I was working for a major hotel/casino in Vegas, he came in one evening to vist the general manager at the time. He was dressed in a tux, arrogance and that dead critter he calls hair; Marla wore glittery ivory gown and an air of disappointment. Everyone figured that they would all go off to a private dining room somewhere swanky.... Nope, he wanted a 'comp' which required a players account.

My job was to gather his info and create for him a dummy account (he does not gamble) with dummy rates of play that would afford him a 'comp' meal.... For the DINER!

Seeing them off to the casino diner_ dressed to the nines and surrounded by the sweaty masses in t-shirts, shorts and flip flops was a sight to behold. So what did I learn from this real estate mogul? Demand a deal, never miss a free meal and save your dough.