I don’t pretend to know the guy but good on him for making what I presume is a whole heap of money from sharing what are, to be honest, some of the less scandalous tales from investment banking.
This week I’ve got my own lift story. You see a banker friend of my invited me to a roundtable at a fancy hotel in Admiralty last week as she was one of the panelists.
I wasn't particularly interested in the topic, but the gentleman in me couldn’t say no and I ended up spending an afternoon watching the back row fall asleep.
Once it was over, we took the lift together and it was during this 30 second journey that I overheard two women behind us murmuring about something. I don’t know too much Cantonese apart from the basics, but my time in Hong Kong has given me some intuition as to when someone around me is being insulted.
My friend, on the other hand, has learned a lot more Cantonese than me. On our way out she made a quick turn and shouted some expletives at the ladies that roughly translated to a rather impolite greeting to their mothers.
It was only afterwards that she told me that the wannabe fashionistas had been making negative remarks about her handbag. Seriously? It just goes to show that no matter how many books are being written, people will always gossip in elevators.