Nightclubs want to be filled with beautiful people, especially when it comes to their bottle service tables and especially if they are going to give you free shit. They know if they fill their VIP areas with ugos, they will probably be out of business pretty quickly. As unfortunate as that might seem, it’s a fact of life.
Now, most clubs won’t come right out and say that “we aren’t comping your party because your friends look liek they eat from troughs” to someone’s face. But one club promoter for Hakkasan nightclub in Vegas made sure a bride-to-be was clear that he couldn’t comp her a table for 15 chicks if her party was littered with “‘whales or hippos” (I’d love to know how he deciphers if a fat girl is a whale or a hippo). Even after the girl basically tells him “Ok, thanks, we aren’t coming here,” the douchebag persists in telling her that whales and hippos don’t get comped and that she needs to send him a photo of every girl so he can make sure none of them are large animals. It’s a hell of an exchange.
I can’t believe how polite this chick remained. I would have been like, “Dude, kill yourself,” if I were her. And then I wouldn’t have felt even a little bad if he fulfilled my request.