• Anticorp
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    1 year ago

    I used to date a woman whose parents were multi-millionaires. They had a giant mansion in Hollywood hills, with a heated pool, tennis court, basketball court, and private garden in the backyard. I went there for dinner once when they had some friends over. You know how we’ll sit around after dinner with friends and maybe talk about a new car we’re interested in? They were talking about which new private jet they want to buy to replace their current private jets. I thought they were joking at first and then realized they were serious. I just kept my mouth shut. I don’t have anything to contribute to that sort of conversation. I was only making something like $2,300 per month at the time, drove a $4500 car, and had roommates.

    • Dr. Bob@lemmy.ca
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      1 year ago

      I had a rich kid move into my building in LA. He was genuinely angry that he could only get 3 parking spots because it meant he had to choose which sports cars to bring out from New York. He cracked up the Maserati the first month he was there so there was room for the McClaren. I have no idea why he was in the building. I was driving a Ford Taurus.