The Worst Day Ever? Really?
Rich people are funny.
The bar I work at is in a club that is frequented with well-to-do people who spend thousands of dollars for season tickets and VIP membership. I wouldn’t spend that kind of money to see the Chicago Bulls nor Blackhawks (lose) so many times, but then again, I suppose I’m not thinking about it from a millionaire’s perspective.
Last week one of our Bulls members came in with his wife and their 14-year-old daughter. The girls chatted with the bartenders, and the husband came up and shot the shit with me for a few minutes. They’re a nice couple, very well-off, and I run into them occasionally while bartending at Soldier Field during the Bears season so we talk more than most.
“So, how’s it going?” I asked him. “Haven’t seen you guys up here in some time! Have you been traveling?”
“Oh, no,” he replied. “I’ve just been around, but those two are going to China next week for ten days,” he said, gesturing toward his family.
“That sounds like a nice break for you,” I told him.
“Oh, yeah, it’ll be good for all of us,” he replied. “But my wife had the Worst Day Ever today.”
The way he emphasized “worst day ever” warrants capitalization.
He went on to tell me that she had taken a limousine from their (probably) mansion in Glenview all the way downtown to go to a doctor’s appointment. Apparently, she arrived early, but five minutes before her scheduled time, the doctor came out saying he was called to an outpatient emergency and had to reschedule all his appointments.
“And oh, it was just so bad,” he went on. “Our daughter and I went downtown eventually to meet her so we could come to the game together, but man. We’d spent all that money on a limo and now she’s gonna have to wait probably another month to be seen, and wow. It was just not a good day for her, not a good day.”
While this man is telling me this, my mind is streaming “ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou.”
…Especially considering I had spent five hours being at the Chicago Department of Revenue and the 701 N. Sacramento towing/impound lot, spending about $400 to retrieve a car (that barely runs and has only been driven a total of five weeks over the last, oh, six months) that had been booted and towed…
Not trying to play the “misery loves company” game, but come on. That day the weather was in the high 60s, I’m sure his wife isn’t experiencing any incredible ailment, and I bet they have fabulous health coverage. Of course they do. They live in Glenview and take limousines to doctor appointments.
I don’t hate them, of course, but damn. Seriously? Seriously. Rich people and their “problems…” baffling. No sympathy here! I don’t even allow myself to feel bad for myself!
Drama queens.
