I was suddenly at Christiano Ronaldo’s place, and I was about to go with him in the car somewhere.  I realized I didn’t have any shoes on, so I asked him if I could borrow a pair from him for our outing, figuring he probably had a lot of extra sneakers on hand from sponsors.  I looked down on the floor near the entry inside the house where several other pairs were, which I assumed belonged to other guests there at the time.  I think he agreed to my request, but didn’t seem to care enough to delay his plan.  So he suddenly got in the car, a Bugatti, and went away.  I was a bit disappointed that this little snag prevented me from having an opportunity to hang out with this living legend on a bit more personal level.

Then there was a bit of ‘insult to injury’ as some of the guests started giving me a hard time, just being rude.  There was also a butler who looked exactly like Michael Kane as Alfred in the Batman movies; at first he seemed to just tolerate or ignore the guests’ behavior, perhaps not being in the position to discipline them appropriately.  I walked outside and again experienced some foul-mouthed stuff from them, but this time I pulled the butler aside and had a meeting of the minds about how they were, indeed, out of line in terms of etiquette and standards of respect.  I didn’t feel any compulsion to fight their nonsense — perhaps I assumed it would only amplify or escalate into something worse.

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