It’s about time I finally admitted it. I really dislike rich people. Very hypocritical because I wouldn’t mind being rich myself.
I made a very fun hobby out of cutting off Landrovers everytime I saw them, but when Landrover came out with their new Freelander, I immediately looked at my budget to see whether I could afford this downscaled model.
When I go to Dean & Deluca to get my mescale and raspberry vinaigrette salad, I make sure to give sneering glances to all the shoppers because they’re snobs for shopping at Dean & Deluca.
And when I was at Williams Sonoma, purchasing my All-Clad 12" fry pan with copper coil, I snickered at the cooking class students…cuz what kind of rich spoiled brat takes cooking lessons at Williams Sonoma?
My worst trick is crossing the street when I shouldn’t and forcing any Mercedes/Lexus/Acura/Jaguar to screech to a halt in order not to hit me. I think I do this so that 1) the supposedly rich person behind the wheel gets to have a fright and 2) if they do hit me I can say “you fucking rich bastard, look what you did to me”.
I’m turning into a really bitter bitch in my old age…and I’m only 31.