A couple walked into the store. One scantly clad girl wearing Frankie B jeans so low her “coin slot” could hold dollars. With her was her boyfriend, wearing a muscle tee and diamonds in both ears so large I feared I might have to get my sunglasses.
She was holding a Yorkie, about two pounds and he was holding a Chihuahua that could not have weighed more than 1.5 pounds.
Both dogs had more “bling” on them than the couple.
“Aww how cute,” and meant it, as Yorkies are my weakness. “What are their names.”?
“This is Dolce,” she said as she pointed to the Yorkie. “And, this is Gabbana.”
I gave the girl a once over. She was a walking designer ad.
The man had more diamonds on him than my Great Grandma Bertha.
How much money does one have to have to afford so much in life? I wondered to myself.
I mentally went over in my head thinking about what this couple must do for a living.
I do this. I study people.
And then I noticed it. The boyfriend was wearing an ankle bracelet. NOT of the fashionable kind.
He reeked of scandal.
For a second I was jealous of this girrl..before I saw the bracelet.
And then, all I felt…was sadness.
Sad that money becomes everything to people and forces them to abandon their morals.
Sad that wealth is thought to be something we need to create on the outside, instead of being wealthy within.
Sad that I was still freaking jealous that she had the new Gucci bag!