So now that I’ve been your big source of fun scoop lately (remember it was me who told you that Lindsay Lohan crashed Ali Landry’s party long before it appeared in OK!.) Today I get some Manny Ramirez dish that I wanted to pass along. Please note that my blog is not going to turn into a Perez Hilton trash fest but I think Lindsay and Manny pretty much deserve the attention (and maybe eachother?)
Manny evidently spends plenty of time in Pasadena (he might live here.) Yesterday he gets a massage and then when he leaves of course the front desk asks him how he wants to close out. (Notice I am NOT saying where this happened, but yes, I have it on FIRST HAND knowledge, this is not a he said, somebody else heard, this is me hearing personally.) Well classy, classy Manny, Mr. How Many Millions A Year says, “Ah, well, I’m going to come back and pay.” Excuse me? You’re coming back to pay? How about if I tell Bank of America, ya know, that Visa bill of mine? Catch me next week. Um, yeah. So the place is like, “Ah, well usually we request payment at the time the service is rendered.” Seriously, this must be a new concept because Manny continues to say that he’ll come back. Then, to soften the blow I guess, says that he’ll “come back tomorrow.”
Now that’s much better, because we all know that it’s much easier to wrangle someone to pay a bill AFTER they’re not right there in front of you. So, I am now totally outraged. Now mind you, this means that the poor masseuse didn’t get a tip either. HAS ANYBODY TURNED ON CNN? The world is imploding. The market can’t figure out which side of Sunday “up” is and this yo yo kazillionaire decides he’s going to stiff a chick who just rubbed the hell out of those challenged muscles of his, those muscles full of knots and anger, terror and drama? Maybe he was peeved that she didn’t handle the big boy? Some sort of retaliatory gesture on his part. Whatever, you don’t skip the tips for people who are already struggling, and sure as hell not when you’re making as much as Manny Ramirez. As I always remind my Florida friend, Beach Bomar, when there’s smoke with these yo yos, there’s always fire.
Anyway, I told my husband he was a pig last night long before I heard about this. Now wait until my own Mr. Cheerful hears about his superstar bff when he walks through the door tonight. Well, what was the place going to do, call the authorities? Oh yeah, someone’s already done that.
Ta ta for now from Scoopsville.
M
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