There are really only two kinds of rich people.
1) Those who treat all people with respect and compassion and
2) Those who would rather be eaten by a grue than acknowledge a grunt.
I come into regular contact with both.
This afternoon, I was headed toward the ladies' room on a break. Walking directly ahead of me was a rich person of the second kind on his way to the mens' room. His toad-like figure went through the security door and, without looking, he let it close in my face. Then, when he heard the door open behind him, he turned back toward me - a fixed smile and perfunctory apologetic mutterings about to escape his lips as he thought perhaps it was one of his richling kinsmen. Upon seeing me, he visibly flinched.
Clearly, my mere existence pained him.
I smiled widely at him. His face fell in confusion as he scurried into the bathroom as though I wore clown makeup and shoes and was chasing him with a carving knife in hand.
I laughed all the way into the furthest bathroom stall.
I love ridiculously snobby, nouveau rich people. They are so pinchably adorable in their blatant biases. As if being civil to a servant would condemn him to eternal hell (oh yeah, he's totally Catholic).
Guess what, Toad Man? Your fearful disdain is exactly the behavior that will send you to hell...if there were such a thing. And on days like today I sincerely hope there is such a thing just so you can get yours. I hope I'm at the gates when you are DEEEE-NIED and get to hear you hear why.
I wonder what would happen if I were to accidentally touch him and rub my middle class cooties all over his Armani suit? Next time, I'm totally going to do it.