In the drive-thru lane of our local coffee outlet, as we sat in our Prius, we noticed in front of us a shiny new Hummer. Said Hummer featured a personalized license plate--"BRNKS"--which we took to be a reference to the armored-car like qualities of the vehicle, as well as a none-too-subtle nod to the cold hard cash required to buy it. For good measure, the license plate was installed inside a novelty frame featuring a digital, cartoon-like series of flashing red lights.
As if determined to confirm a stereotype, the driver, after placing her order, tossed a crumpled napkin at the trash can next to the menu. We say "at" because her aim was less than Jordan-esque: The crumpled, filthy, for-all-we-know-germ-ridden paper dropped to the ground. Need we mention that the owner did not get out to pick it up?
There's something almost admirable about such behavioral consistency, don't you think?
If I'd been there I would have picked it up and handed it back to her, and said "You dropped something."
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, Thorstein Veblen was one of my favorite 20th century economists. "Conspicuous consumption and the Captains of industry" gave me many pleasurable hours of contemplation. I'm not all that easily entertained. Secondly, what can we expect from rich bitches, other than crass self-indulgence and self-promotion(a la Paris Hilton). Following the example of one of my favorite movies, I might have "accidently" rammed her damn car because "I'm older and have more insurance." So there.
ReplyDeleteLook, I was in a hurry, OK? And it's their own fault for keeping the damn trash can so far away from where I need it.
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