They make it really bloody obvious, too. For example, after getting out a taxi to or from the airport, either the driver or some porter will always grab your bags, and virtually refuse to let you deal with them yourself. Then they will hang around waiting for payment.

I ignored the porter trying to help me when returning from N.Y. You’d think a guy could take a hint. Fuck no. He just stood there with palm outstretched, staring at me and coughing. Can you fucking believe that? What a cunt! I wouldn’t have minded, but I’d said from the beginning that I could manage my own suitcase – it’s already got wheels, why does it need a fucking trolley?

Bastards.